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% } J& H! x9 _- e+ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 s/ `/ J% ~& e3 K. U- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! _) _/ h0 d# M" w: ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! D R! g) [4 J4 v* B% S9 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: ?4 R3 _0 m1 n4 f, P, gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, j7 |0 Z! }6 Y- A8 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 n4 L7 Y0 a! }& K6 Y, X$ E% u
How you tried to set them free, 6 H0 Q3 B) L! Z a( W2 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ~7 |1 f4 M: j: ]7 k& i5 w+ B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- N: E8 t+ c+ K5 r5 `8 m0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 C! H- k. c. ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ d. h8 D, t! Y& J/ G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 d/ e. H6 C% E. B( ~. z1 p- M' p# b" KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ~9 j) l& Y0 \/ K7 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 G( ]$ y9 D! i& Q$ Z$ @; y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) R+ \) d4 q! f) P" FBut I could have told you, Vincent, & }% Q5 W/ G$ Z0 C) a8 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ s9 |& j3 F6 X, r9 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . k! c; j0 y( I* J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
c& \" h! w' _The 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,
6 s$ @: v3 _) m# HHow you suffered for you sanity,
( z4 B4 |, D1 @How you tried to set them free,
3 Q" j3 ^% e: A9 r7 w/ E# mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 j# b. y% W" B0 G' A8 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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