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" L1 C$ Q/ n, w1 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 j+ ^9 }: a9 U7 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ^8 d% t6 H. \7 u! y8 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 `: q f! T2 `( `; B4 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, K( ]: E9 e, o: P$ ^7 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ?1 N: h" T# @ g' hHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y" M1 G$ B2 x- MHow you tried to set them free,
5 X' x6 w0 m% X* d1 I9 `/ zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! k4 ^& u( \( ^+ J+ V* h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 A) V( Q" `1 m8 @ w; a- T$ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 K9 ^0 u" [6 d0 C& K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' b2 s- E3 E+ n9 F/ tWeathered 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, % A* Z4 y e' M* d S; l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , i0 w. g3 O0 w" J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" R5 T1 ^% h+ ^) s. k. n/ J7 s# z/ pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 z: X4 }5 l% U T" H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! c2 E7 a: Y7 v1 S5 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& h% F( S: `2 j7 d1 ]7 \/ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Q6 b& }4 F9 T& i6 U# A3 u, BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d# g9 p' W* R- z! R. }' M; x& zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" s8 _7 _. }! O* T! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 c' q- x/ m1 t8 G8 o5 rHow you suffered for you sanity,1 Z+ s" ~1 P' t4 Z4 m
How you tried to set them free,
# ?3 |* p4 J! d- CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* H- n' L% p" [2 A; ~2 pPerhaps they never will. |
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