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! N: P2 D6 x+ K- V, h* W/ Y5 L3 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & \4 f) ?) k% n5 G. d6 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ^) W) H$ E2 |/ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 `; e& j# O- u" e7 }' {% l3 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Z% A, S, ^, j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) U- ]/ z" ]0 M$ T0 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 u: h% T3 ?& U- O% e' mHow you tried to set them free, 3 a ?0 Q/ K" A- p# c" D$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % J3 L f4 ]$ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 U5 V% S! J+ D* H% M; L$ D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ M" u `, ^ o ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# x \4 I5 }: B! C& v2 W5 c+ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . M: _+ @1 r7 Y
# y+ C/ O. V# M9 l* H! T2 I' eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 [) y; a1 `( e7 \8 Z/ g* ?9 Y- L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 W6 F, q1 J' K0 { F: g( z: G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ F! R) K- I2 C- ^! e. A+ Z- A3 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 E7 Z$ `, M+ q* e" Z# _% S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* | r; l) k: `% Q2 t9 T2 S/ C; dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 O! e" w3 z! a, S, P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: A! N9 }" W8 g8 R" NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 N; B4 b# s8 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- o2 P+ t+ u t8 h! mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; x1 |; j' u' t, o9 n$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 C* J3 {! H N" ZHow you tried to set them free, ) I# }1 E M& K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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