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, l' a" D2 w" q- S, H6 C) ^$ IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 N# Q( B9 e. A: R/ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 J( F8 \2 I+ t, I# c( QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y( A, J8 @& ~* O4 s9 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & w6 M: ` z. m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
u7 g' f$ r! H6 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
' j0 t9 b0 e; q$ D4 E: H7 A( @How you tried to set them free, ( t$ R" A! }2 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 j/ _. Q5 Q l# P Y, j N, @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: n' {' A% @5 J) _& L; q8 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, C1 ]- @) f$ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 P3 M" s8 u1 P+ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - w% _3 h3 L; S, b9 r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; x3 g& A4 {& \% F; l% ^; [$ P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j7 e) b" R9 [2 k7 x$ c; v3 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 s9 ]0 ?# @+ ]6 j; X" _+ kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& L2 B; g x6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r; ^+ ^# r1 X, @8 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) C. M1 z7 n( _( X3 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * Q8 R! d( d+ x$ M5 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 Z2 q- ?$ b' M0 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - ~$ B( {! Z/ C1 q7 Z- P6 K- _, h7 E
# r, j4 g# \' K: f9 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . K- [" V! b* \6 U7 o% N
How you suffered for you sanity,
# |" j* Z9 Z, g' w# S/ AHow you tried to set them free, % b$ v% |" D5 ^8 T* `! H6 d$ h, V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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