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# y2 a2 E! a& B* I; [4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# k+ W4 h2 A9 h v3 F+ ~$ p/ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 o! j% _8 d; @8 `( pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 d7 [7 k0 S8 u9 r3 @4 ?! S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 h, ~ \; K3 L9 I9 |1 H. n( u( P5 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 E2 S" N# _5 f5 t" ]+ \How you suffered for you sanity, ( b1 u/ x3 l1 X( z% m
How you tried to set them free, 9 [* F- f, U2 S2 J8 q& ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 c# ^$ h. E5 m; ? r/ f: l; {+ j# t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, l# J; U8 c, R6 D8 @3 u; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( D7 q/ B4 U7 t2 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* F- r& X0 g6 H# m+ C/ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& i* \6 c# A. i; N6 s$ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 P4 W: P6 n+ f, W' ~5 ~7 T7 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 H. }. c |% _$ h. q7 q2 f2 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ \4 P) v' O+ A/ |; g% bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% B7 b% S& [5 E) f$ sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" c) H: S0 n7 K9 p" aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ]" |9 T5 C, d3 w- g1 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 \3 [6 k6 w3 q$ v- K; a4 T. ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / m( T* ?2 |6 O: F1 J* p; B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' n/ m& \; C! j, p0 T5 v
8 U! J$ z0 C/ V4 a# Z! Q. kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & y# x- f7 E' L5 |7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
' J# ]5 B2 V+ h0 ~How you tried to set them free,
9 V7 x4 X: n+ T% EThey would not listen they're not listening still, : o- V9 L8 V+ L2 O) R0 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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