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2 O0 o% N# A# }4 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ^6 ^8 ~4 z% A+ b; hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, W: l& n/ h. Q% K# O6 U! @; uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- g2 p! q0 J2 s: U. T# RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ^" U' E: f5 h+ VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. P6 K+ ?% V# ?9 z9 b$ S
How you suffered for you sanity, - L" b4 ]' z& _4 ^, J
How you tried to set them free,
1 u, g0 b: {8 X$ M; mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. w7 y; \8 N% W y2 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ~! Q. R! j- v! L% C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % _% S; T7 x& j+ M" U$ k% C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ H, L( U" Z1 Y( @ X6 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) I6 C! i0 L# e" }6 C3 o' @$ y; JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: m+ t+ }0 ?+ {' A3 U1 y! CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ P/ a; N- h' w- Q& s x7 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & k w! Q& i* [ X' z. C0 L6 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% g# a( @* X) VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : G, y" g! d! J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( S& E" ]5 r: o+ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # l$ ^/ m# E( K8 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / H, q; B( O3 [( x9 _
c4 U |$ P, j- M6 H- A+ rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Y7 m% D) N/ | A
How you suffered for you sanity,% [: w8 X% H8 r# }( `
How you tried to set them free, 6 k" B* H- e( G2 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 q, ?4 S+ D7 L. tPerhaps they never will. |
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