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+ M! c; m Q* g, }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 G! w' @2 j" fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 P! [ ^8 i# p: J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. v3 n: h; Y9 j# b/ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# _* t0 ^0 s) ~; @' h2 }' KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Y. A% V0 u* I8 O6 E& lHow you suffered for you sanity, C* ~# S% f$ F; s+ o" G
How you tried to set them free,
" G' }( l" w! t2 h, I xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* b3 p) C) U8 h+ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / G' m6 z5 y8 \9 Q. w2 P) g4 c0 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! \8 D2 b1 L% E4 G3 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Z" Q! J1 @: P; X' C' AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- |( t( ^3 q: T" eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( x# I. M4 x* N, O/ n+ n xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; V8 H" \/ t& ?5 A/ w$ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ]' X, J$ f( X+ g' HBut I could have told you, Vincent, : g! s# p) g1 H8 h! P) @9 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# N" t D/ R0 `( T, _. ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' Z9 p+ k2 v5 L! F* }2 q: j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & p) U, Y& b: N, _" }$ P$ h/ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
] P0 Q/ H" Y5 t4 w% ]; fThe 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,
8 a4 }% n- x' H# O' pHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 L [( I6 _; MHow you tried to set them free,
9 G4 B5 n) S* Z" |4 m3 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! ^3 r2 |2 H' X4 o0 m; W9 hPerhaps they never will. |
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