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& W+ C! P! W+ S `1 h+ iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 E/ T& Y: ^' N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) @! q0 |3 O. B2 j! W* H! _; u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 Q+ q, X" t# X, q" e) g2 K5 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 c/ T$ x9 Q% U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. O6 |1 K7 e7 V F: b0 B+ q7 K* CHow you suffered for you sanity, $ v, B1 j9 [: L! l5 K
How you tried to set them free, ( _3 N% s' Z3 ]6 d% o4 E5 n( o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( K, S$ w! f' g+ A I5 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 n% K5 B" b; _+ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 }' M8 i4 C) t4 S! L& GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 G1 e: H/ `+ I& r5 z6 ]+ M; pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& p6 H3 G. N2 |. s) @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: M3 H( o- o! k3 Q n* G9 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k1 R' Y1 l8 h9 K* {9 M& PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & B* U2 t" F% I1 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, - [" N |6 h8 ?, W4 y- u! ]( ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 v5 B; h' |5 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , \, U0 B) w3 G/ s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ? w, V; C1 w) e+ ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 D8 X6 ]7 _* m; m/ }- N1 o4 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- k! H) b( w4 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 i& o+ y, n& I; E$ s8 wHow you suffered for you sanity,1 h# q+ h" j9 h8 y
How you tried to set them free,
. ?0 a: P p+ C/ u: Q, w9 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; |! ?/ L+ i9 `7 gPerhaps they never will. |
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