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2 @( B# v) _" q- u6 ]% iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 G- c! V6 v& l/ i: r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 O9 \9 ?. ^+ x" I2 Q) A, Y7 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 t2 M* v, m/ D7 G% s+ l4 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ s% M: N. M4 `2 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 r+ q5 ^ Y9 P! T7 y# D) pHow you suffered for you sanity,
& g; @' M' r2 k- |) k9 D& ^ OHow you tried to set them free,
* G2 ~# U. ]3 ?% ]9 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 M2 r; d; ?$ {0 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 B0 w" G; ?: e$ z$ u* L: r" I: Z* D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 T' J. e+ e% \- E, A5 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 W2 `! T0 E3 p( ^3 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 z+ G& e: B- a3 L i# L$ jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 W( Q4 z) z3 e% \& q8 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 A: z3 Q" U0 a3 K; Y" {0 ~* |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q1 C/ D. i Q% V) _But I could have told you, Vincent, # ^+ \4 D* D. ~6 Q. _1 d' P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + J$ h2 Y) ?) v, o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : d6 m' R* B' w7 I6 o* h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ t3 [2 d8 y: V! c4 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& @* {# Z3 J8 J( }4 qThe 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,
. t( X" L& J5 t8 M6 JHow you suffered for you sanity,; x) ?9 m8 {1 r* Y# @
How you tried to set them free, % S) X$ \( m# B* {
They would not listen they're not listening still, / |8 X# S, k% F1 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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