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7 {0 v, P1 x4 h' }% S# iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) O0 f W+ I# G7 }2 G& V+ y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ y* p2 u& _7 z& |9 J; }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) _) l7 J: A) E; A0 r; L7 @+ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 O& ]* ?! Q4 m% L) h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% m' v0 P5 M L0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
& U' n# Q/ B. s( e" t1 _8 THow you tried to set them free, / p, r, f! b+ U7 r1 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 v6 k+ v1 z1 O/ E/ p W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) V' u! n3 j, B5 I5 d8 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 e# S- \" W5 s( ?; q1 j) GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * s! e4 O1 i8 z' I
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,
( k" H8 S" }3 p3 v. sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 _" e, ^9 ]5 d! w( ?' m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 I. o; ^: ^) _* }* jBut I could have told you, Vincent, + I6 `+ T* X7 i- U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 j, j8 f q+ g" k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - U$ ?* w' a0 @* Q' ]; H4 ^+ x2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T' v" e% g3 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 o0 z1 Z1 t. V* B4 f; b. _' d, cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! [6 P" y& C. _ R6 ?
g3 s; |; O5 z# L* c5 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 C/ |% d0 ^& y7 |( V! w& _How you suffered for you sanity,
% ^. ~( E. G1 @9 p1 j# _How you tried to set them free,
" Z8 Z% N {( p3 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% k1 G4 l2 e- }* e) T. K7 TPerhaps they never will. |
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