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, n" t; d5 L' OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 p$ w) Y# G) l) a) I8 P/ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 W$ i6 a3 S) ]' lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 U( f$ x8 E2 d6 y. HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 r" u. F7 ?, d" cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 s. v# B% R: S( e- M" G7 x2 D
How you suffered for you sanity, $ j6 @: w3 w5 s; B
How you tried to set them free, 5 O$ A# Z1 \ J- O. V: T* c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( |. @6 X6 `5 q, W, O( h- aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ l5 ]6 u9 m8 [' B. s VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * `/ o* |' a$ U1 E9 k' w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 s8 Q3 K& d# d2 V9 [7 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 C9 m, i( {1 e. O) z1 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : m* e& @9 ~- Q% h1 W, R' `( \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: J* u; V: g8 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* a/ S! o( I) L( ?) d5 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( N# q# B7 Y+ ?6 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 n6 w1 o1 \& V# f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 z. V; M0 \4 Q& |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 h. P$ @- r0 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 e! |' @0 Z1 f. X. S* ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) a' O" B. T3 L6 @; E* n
How you suffered for you sanity,- X/ C* H, d3 [( ]8 T `; ^
How you tried to set them free, 5 G- p h/ r2 v% |' l5 t7 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 N# o4 i- J6 H7 d, m
Perhaps they never will. |
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