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2 b* ]6 F/ v- D( e6 f2 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" g8 R" L3 _; W9 F, t; a2 A& p8 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ]% \3 C, p9 q: E9 k/ w$ r5 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* F+ G- b) m! v$ G& ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: B$ D5 q* q0 z8 A% Z8 f* ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ P: X& v4 y$ `/ N& K! n _9 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 s7 a5 b4 a' `' D3 KHow you tried to set them free,
* C: w. a8 c, [" lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 B9 R, \9 U6 t, h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& C5 B& F) ~. L, j. h/ ^5 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) d' U3 e' K5 ^& VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 j3 }0 j+ o- o! d) c1 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % P0 V' e2 Z: n5 d
. D R( N. R8 `/ ? bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - z) [* B3 |+ R( S( x( N& Y R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ~9 u7 ]2 n1 R4 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: j/ l0 z4 @. k$ f, ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 \- k( D) V# i$ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; i" A# V" O$ q! \+ s7 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# W# K2 O$ J' Z+ G" c+ K4 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 O# h$ l5 C/ C3 x' L4 @8 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; @+ i5 _' _, B" Z5 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ L" p$ @$ v( W" ^; h# N& s7 _4 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 k7 T a* X! I6 Q9 }$ |How you suffered for you sanity,
# r/ o! L1 q$ ^$ jHow you tried to set them free, . P! ?/ X# w' [
They would not listen they're not listening still, % n/ y. e/ V, \# Z$ L
Perhaps they never will. |
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