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) ]2 f7 _ e4 J. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ i6 M; I4 ?; L o6 t3 O/ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: u7 a1 ?' I# B O6 ^( H' q& d5 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* t$ ]. ^& W" wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' y1 @; d2 d) HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, ?* |( U9 _/ U* \. F9 u- w5 Q' u
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 U7 Q) n" R) Z: P) d/ m
How you tried to set them free,
; r( S' P, H [; i- M; A8 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 O4 A$ z7 O' e8 t1 K) d1 v1 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " T+ f' U) N8 g" k/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ]" V( v8 u( {! t$ v0 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " C6 @$ z1 z3 j* R: Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; v4 z- z* Z- _( |: s! k+ d& d0 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @3 K, z o. F+ G/ @0 `1 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : W3 |1 J0 M; p; c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ o9 a5 m ]) `$ I% U" uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 p2 h( [9 h" R6 m3 i9 W/ L nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ A9 M4 w/ ], _: n& a0 Q5 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; k4 l7 \; W6 }+ Y+ F7 ]% Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; A. Y* f0 |: M! Y4 B& E/ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( O) l8 }6 {7 `% M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' F7 e8 ?9 ^6 x; r$ W5 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' U; _4 J. `$ w3 @8 b3 _+ b$ J0 RHow you suffered for you sanity,% E( h7 o) B, e
How you tried to set them free, 9 N2 @- N# K' d4 |% E4 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. |4 {* D; }# \0 X2 ^+ EPerhaps they never will. |
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