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+ G- R. `4 w' q4 A# @- @" NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Q& S1 k! j0 [3 q# z( X: c5 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 X; v l4 W y: x: XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ]: g/ q3 y) h4 H' s) R1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 i, F- o( M( |! h, x3 ~5 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! Y) D5 g; E: B z4 v# H8 j% B
How you suffered for you sanity, ; K# _$ O; u, @" i3 B3 J. g
How you tried to set them free, 3 k5 Q0 \8 u) S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % k7 h! A' o) q6 z6 q/ M9 }6 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! b7 C$ |7 A" E1 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / V9 m, _7 L9 _" g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 G% b( g- S' P: x( l! g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; n+ `& m( y7 }; I& L# e
$ O9 v1 a; e& Z, M! ~' {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 E% C8 K7 h7 L# EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ]% G& U @4 o% }9 m6 g0 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 _% D) S, ?' Y5 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 u; R! f" v) ^8 n8 r& ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( z# A) s$ v- L' U! MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 H, c' C" J/ q% ^' P! OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 R6 i, F( Q Y! |4 A1 |; u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; |9 Q- h! S% TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
?% {8 T* Z7 I, c8 X3 M/ \How you suffered for you sanity, ]7 R/ A0 M0 J" |- \5 O: l
How you tried to set them free,
& q/ p$ E. D6 ?3 B- S, i/ YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 E+ a B4 m* z# _* ]Perhaps they never will. |
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