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1 q$ _' i; a% e& s- ~, W7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 x: c. z' L5 [4 D. g0 D4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 C$ s% H5 [6 n3 S2 g$ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 L A6 v: ]9 A7 ]. i& Q' p- {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ V% P i: y7 q4 \5 u, t7 O; d; oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# j5 {' S8 n, y0 B& m' G* d2 f. C: ~
How you suffered for you sanity, Q# m7 ^& m8 F
How you tried to set them free, & p/ }9 H' u1 o- d3 G* c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" k$ a$ A) q0 R, X9 }4 u rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 d) ]- C! b/ j. L# `- ^+ b; k: [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / l @; v! X1 G' H4 f) ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ?! I* ]/ n% qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 \$ ~) d2 Y9 v& p1 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 m3 r1 d" P5 ~% N9 d3 j% ^; P) r# cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: }# i, D( I; ]# r$ N8 M. ]0 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) \: |5 T7 z% _ t3 f' C# p6 A9 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
?3 ?8 ?" x6 a. p2 t( JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' Z- E8 H, H a. r
' E9 n1 d8 Z9 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( U2 n7 u- g& C6 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% J, z' ?; s m" ~0 r0 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 w5 F9 b; C8 }2 x+ S5 T0 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) L5 y; K! |( f8 S! o0 h6 t. CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! d" B9 n1 c6 R/ {9 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 z. B3 p8 R& c: f; WHow you tried to set them free,
! C% `) ^% |' N& WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* J: O. Y/ {8 ]( [ P1 ^2 c! IPerhaps they never will. |
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