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& ~: D5 n. `) r7 m, NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % z% m% x) c' Q1 S! y* N! \% V' K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
`& l5 S) S6 k9 D. D& p9 Z) d- `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 X0 o2 B: s9 Z* p, H9 Z- S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! n$ n- k8 i! D& _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ y: w* S. D4 O' A: n. c! F
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 u8 V/ R- a E$ H- HHow you tried to set them free,
5 ^! Z( U6 A4 J0 e9 [) p! OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * W8 i: ~5 j- _2 h+ T9 m* D2 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' o/ ~6 w9 V0 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: S: @5 W* i# Y C4 o* t' WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 q; C* i6 g- [+ M: \$ ]" ZWeathered 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, / C" h/ A: L( H* Z5 ~" L, P. v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( S% W: q0 F. l: g( _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 l/ j8 d! Z" c$ k$ z& ?# t+ V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 p6 b3 F. c8 n, O/ G& Q V) \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& \. Y" W4 h% ?* l% B6 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ]) z6 O# c2 q. n$ t( G1 y* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^9 F* S& Z8 c9 m, u$ c# ?2 |1 [, RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 K! t2 P8 C# dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P7 d, P3 A1 z" K
How you suffered for you sanity,; }4 m; h! h8 |! g
How you tried to set them free,
" |2 p: D* R: D) U- c0 h& WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 G) f% i' Z* p* [' dPerhaps they never will. |
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