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5 o- W8 n, {+ z# F, p1 X5 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . [% V) z) t- p, W6 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * f' g' _1 x8 E1 `5 a. g4 w$ F9 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 e' z. f% _2 R% Z! H0 F0 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ]- _3 H5 w6 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me," d% q+ |$ a3 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 b" J/ v: W$ h" J# m _6 l3 N% BHow you tried to set them free, + A0 {9 e, x; `& ~ L2 _8 c8 z, T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. A$ U4 w, x* a9 F A; C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; |2 q6 h) ]6 \, [! C* \+ FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % [" D( A4 D* \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 a8 H7 y6 e5 W- J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; @; {: o$ E5 G1 ]+ ^7 o3 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 _" j' C9 w6 \4 l7 Q' V( }You took your life as lovers ofter do, # q2 a6 C1 e0 U6 [3 {& ^& E+ E
But I could have told you, Vincent, " _ t! Y( M" q3 t4 o3 Z& [8 b% }$ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# c9 M8 v/ B, ~' Q5 v4 I/ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 v M; S8 k" O$ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 d0 e! g' [; f M; N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- R( s( f' `& FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 S9 H4 f1 }( q7 D6 W. L% a" R, Q0 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 `! t6 h; D* v! J2 r eHow you tried to set them free,
]' ?" T& r6 b0 L# dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# K( |: W2 h* x8 G7 jPerhaps they never will. |
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