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$ |1 v1 V' X' ^, K' }5 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, l# i1 } B! O( o* ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & o& [; j4 D! Y0 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. v9 `8 C5 ~ J5 t& ~! e& E l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 s- u% D$ g) [+ k2 u# SNow I understand what you tried to say to me, m% h5 p, p2 S* u% c- @# ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
) q0 \& s2 D# p4 NHow you tried to set them free,
4 V6 K# z$ M9 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 s" T( r; j! L8 e m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 |9 Z; a }9 K% y& K5 [1 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. T) S3 S- b7 N; k6 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ?: e2 C( D. r8 o! k
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,
& {& @5 p/ i" C+ `( h0 v f. DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * T& b$ S, w0 Z1 \% X( w- F' w9 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ?5 G+ V7 W' x$ Z1 ?& _0 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 k. W4 r W' G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ D. h% k2 o5 F; i! w6 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( r2 H, C+ g- v5 T9 A! j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- j' L) `/ H0 v+ b" hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 v& R# S& O# u7 tThe 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,
9 f- I+ c/ `7 U# s# t2 s* b/ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
" P1 O8 k. Z" ~. J( r8 F1 |5 a3 BHow you tried to set them free, 3 J. j3 h( D9 m- M8 v3 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 a( b) Z8 s. D, i: {! QPerhaps they never will. |
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