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( R0 a* `6 K+ X9 H- G; u/ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b+ \ w! m- A: O" S9 i! N- g8 P6 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, W( ]9 h+ w. Q+ F) F' LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 w& h! S7 h2 a* t* C* {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) @& }2 W3 w4 X) `# W& k# hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' G9 @4 H3 W+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
* \1 v0 Z$ H5 B6 a' i, I @2 bHow you tried to set them free,
$ N0 {8 ?9 E. s0 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 q8 w6 z# C7 z2 t$ J F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , P0 L! Y( ?. X3 Q# u, x, N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m* k( s* A$ {! I" Y0 Q% M) [$ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 i1 f' E, F8 ?: x6 \" ?# v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & ^! |6 e& ]# ^. [8 L; P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ^+ J6 h {- p# O9 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. V& N& R7 T5 j7 n; h8 g" FBut I could have told you, Vincent, " n- F5 U4 h% X' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 T7 N( J% Y$ Q, }8 c4 n6 f# Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 m$ p. q( G0 H# l; J# L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; A/ A2 G; m# ]$ u% s8 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) [( E/ v1 k C* P$ [8 X4 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # }, j) v! P4 G; o0 A& Y' `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + k/ s5 E& m; ^3 k* m
How you suffered for you sanity,
" r4 [! m" ~$ }$ THow you tried to set them free, & {" r2 ^1 |, d8 w. H; S8 b# K2 g* V
They would not listen they're not listening still, & v0 a6 f0 H9 U, F1 K1 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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