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+ B% T+ n! G; H% ^# OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 e _/ J! m* ?8 y5 F/ B8 H6 m/ a5 {. pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ ^/ x5 w$ g0 h9 P7 H3 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& _, A$ }" `! U; P% P; X5 m' D6 c: B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 l% Y L2 ~8 [8 o8 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! h4 e# j6 n% N; f/ s" y8 @6 I) Z; Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a3 a" o) ` V- lHow you tried to set them free, 8 ?9 `/ Y+ `5 P2 p: N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ]) k: e4 A% h% A; |5 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / u. c( r, J, r6 K) X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 O( _( b' H x4 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # X* Y8 p4 f( q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 e& H/ E& ]! n0 A. q
9 F$ G4 @9 Y$ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & L. ^2 l% y# O3 x I; ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& Y4 @* z. x, p0 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, . o' |; n' e& m# |0 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 p" E# i1 m. @: }; ~! r7 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) a8 V2 m* ^2 O! p" {- P4 P; [, mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Y2 } ]! {+ D2 l0 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ` Q0 H+ A; D i! ~8 t
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, ' O+ n1 g/ B" M2 @, R/ A
How you suffered for you sanity,4 o9 ^ n2 B% R/ U
How you tried to set them free,
K+ F: H: B4 S1 A3 t" g$ xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 u) t" k5 L; S# d! C K. T0 J1 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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