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! K, U; Y# _5 g& U* q% iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 l) N$ L/ o2 H D+ hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 [7 g; e# o2 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ `. o4 ^/ Y+ |% u4 B" o8 j% s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , `4 G+ _1 k. n* G2 ~% R; H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D8 \( V5 q9 k# a9 g( a$ t
How you suffered for you sanity, , H6 o- l! n) P. g# n- w. H
How you tried to set them free, 2 _. G) _% T6 d+ E5 X9 B3 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - v# ^6 H0 O: I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* U# U# K: o( `9 Z7 n" jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! b0 ?- ~2 S( r6 r3 b3 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N' w' J0 p' }5 Z) h) \3 N$ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; m/ [: K1 e8 a" k9 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: P7 a4 d# O" a1 e1 b, n" DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * w* A" G2 F) O; I9 }! ?1 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g3 ]/ v) n, {- M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ s* K2 O$ R: O8 d9 k7 n# _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b0 r, ^8 U* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Q2 |4 s. k( H& Z& H. B$ ?3 h/ D. _" z bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% D8 S% `; O6 F8 y) @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, 1 Q2 U( g5 X% J6 s; Q* f/ f/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,# h! h* g; U7 H8 J
How you tried to set them free, # e3 l( V V7 T5 H& ~! |8 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, % t- g Q7 x1 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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