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0 k$ [% m! ]# H- n" bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Y( S$ o3 E' G. I1 f$ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! P: G4 U) P% D( _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* g: s$ Z6 a2 V/ b6 H, Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , V# a% Y* n+ q% s8 J* K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 S* a2 P- c9 u ]
How you suffered for you sanity, $ i" j4 E9 j6 q9 P2 A
How you tried to set them free, `, o* b/ s" j$ U6 P1 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 t- ]! s9 _' C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # P6 F+ J6 c) q9 K* I# J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ u* ]! W' L) E, _1 r4 u K( NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) R" ?& |3 X4 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ m0 Z/ F0 u4 K. h m/ G8 }; N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 X+ k* J& u! q% a" {% b" U5 L* ]5 _, k: hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : _! G9 g5 Z7 r' e- y& ~3 D7 a9 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" b. \5 A' r* `, @$ K$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Q6 f& |- H7 z3 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" x* K) p0 n' E# _5 }6 `( WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# f7 K2 I& Z* o3 K! L' ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 O4 |. B) p: |0 m7 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' f \0 ?( Y* |4 ]! e3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,) b; ]" V8 a$ |( q# s7 b( u
How you tried to set them free,
0 f3 n# |7 |9 z) V9 F" jThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' z7 F( ?: Y8 P, f1 X# o
Perhaps they never will. |
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