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* B/ [( R' H9 L( o7 [6 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 N y2 f* v- O5 `0 j# @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 r4 W* O# O3 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; O# d# p: e4 p3 R) u" G/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 j- [# H1 \6 p; N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 U" [. w W& X v1 J) `8 o
How you suffered for you sanity, ' p1 R) k8 ]* f: l9 s9 H* F% g
How you tried to set them free,
; e9 F# ~7 p! N0 q- FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 T0 C8 C( p6 A" I! b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! \8 |1 S. }% s! W6 @# e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 {8 H# A( H# E0 M$ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 P: ^5 P4 [4 sWeathered 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,
9 J! j& z# e1 B( `) e, S4 d" YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) D% \$ F$ v% xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& A- r9 n: q) M9 X* mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 X: Z0 ^' G% w+ g' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 Q+ t4 _2 o; d/ f' qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, q) A6 f4 h8 U7 |3 G |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! p# q) L; p1 p& }' P1 v0 y# y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; }3 N$ S2 J" E+ ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ v1 O6 ~& @4 |& S* |8 @6 h2 E9 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( W9 c* T& x+ m( M
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 |9 W: I& V$ n' RHow you tried to set them free,
& \$ }' v$ f5 K) ` c! A ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 a2 y4 k' c1 T+ @Perhaps they never will. |
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