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7 `% q: K# v4 m7 s6 J: }; e" Z% {4 H2 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 D" }) T$ i. A9 ?0 P% r: J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^3 \6 v* |" P# n# m8 M9 v9 I7 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 g C" @; i6 D0 m% l4 C& h9 q6 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. D1 N6 [: r: B0 y( V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, x) b$ b5 f& P, g0 S' W @8 K. hHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ L# M# ^* `0 d, fHow you tried to set them free, 0 L X! L Q* k' [3 J* e! a0 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ O$ G3 ~7 q0 o) Z' S& m# [1 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 }$ |8 ?; |& b* {0 v& J7 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 o T* `, B# h- a7 ]- MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ R6 o- Z6 U" }* u9 AWeathered 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; v; g; I4 }7 ^0 m9 h( f( R7 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a% i9 o& `! \- c* n, u' vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 G0 b" r( ?; S) q1 J6 |1 X3 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, . l4 K& _! L& _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( o: ~! I3 }; X4 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% r" I+ F# D( g5 f& NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 w0 A2 c0 j% R7 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) H- X1 U6 @7 B! ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % z4 C- s: {5 b- ^# I/ H
7 S/ H1 x! d. M/ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( Q3 L% X s# O/ [+ R
How you suffered for you sanity,0 S9 a7 q) Z* S' W
How you tried to set them free, ; |7 Y' o. K; d& S0 @: s+ Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, % ~& P0 I" |+ {/ l
Perhaps they never will. |
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