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! A* S* x) B' G9 ]/ s3 q! iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 f5 c$ o% a9 M5 k6 |9 G8 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ O) P m% I* C8 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% H: `' ^# [, ]. I/ l8 c3 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 C/ t4 T9 U' \( q7 L' T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ^7 Z+ [' B9 J: i H3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, + U, P! ?2 T6 n, M# R& D1 E6 i: T
How you tried to set them free, * [1 l" x1 U" A$ C/ Z9 I, \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 T3 j# o6 T. m" I" c- ^. U; M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Q: H8 n6 F4 @9 S& HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 g3 t( k4 ^2 f4 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; M) W1 J' p) u* T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 r9 _7 P+ |5 x% N: `1 T0 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' _. h5 e" F- n& ?8 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 I5 m. i2 |- S. l( p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) x- o9 O3 i2 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" z9 h4 K- u9 s5 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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g1 K l0 D$ G" z- ~; N; }* oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J. _: s( ?, d' {. _, U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * i* T# t+ F+ o% ~, h% [- a- b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 n6 r$ a+ k/ r( L8 N8 pThe 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, 2 R8 v! e6 Z: Y3 T1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,$ e. Z1 i/ k- |2 v" d0 u0 @7 f
How you tried to set them free, : e1 d' y3 F; K, C1 B/ T- q5 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 A3 l2 g; a; qPerhaps they never will. |
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