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0 G9 `+ {3 v" r% uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 m+ Y+ p- N/ T/ J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , w! e. X' P/ j; O0 S/ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
r( y# m* i7 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 g( W f, V: |( L- `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
G0 Q& Q! c) q; Q% [" y1 I7 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
* v' x; I$ g% A0 f) PHow you tried to set them free,
# u5 W* r. R# K( [$ u6 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. h* g# A+ [1 l O' N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, n: _; M; M5 Q* x& K% L- \( f1 l0 @6 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ @8 @' W) T0 k7 O5 W; y1 T! y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 f- q7 S6 |3 A. w& \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 |/ O7 O) y; s# `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( n. l" S1 J! l$ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 J. `0 s: J3 V, [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
r% ^& t, Z! u9 C9 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 W u* F, G: _& e6 S! g/ T4 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% k* B: ~: H6 Y0 V, i- uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , k' p& T+ b5 \+ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 G6 e! `' f& U1 a* yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 c1 l) Q6 T* v* Q# F7 j" n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# d5 X6 M+ n; GHow you suffered for you sanity,9 l$ |+ g ^! K. F+ L
How you tried to set them free,
! A' v c/ ?/ M0 a, S& U' DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 q5 o# |# F' ]- k0 _Perhaps they never will. |
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