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0 w6 U- G+ A0 I, K7 {) y ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 n' I3 E; e# c$ `7 d9 _( n) nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ \* o( \& V9 P% k1 p' w0 g3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
i3 R. e5 t7 B. n8 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 c/ e4 Z2 b; w# g8 O2 [. d3 M1 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ Z4 Q" x' _- U: b& c$ c& y" FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' B) [8 V0 h( Y, r7 zHow you tried to set them free,
`6 r4 w: U, T; vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' w9 B+ x5 R% H" @, WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 q! L' N8 J& c/ c2 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ T3 S7 R- s, ?) D3 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " W$ \( `! m& K/ Z8 \4 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : K+ g2 H+ T( C* \7 N7 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; O& U% [9 ` D/ W* _! D5 u: \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / G" Q! B" j; k K; u, h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 A1 c' R) Z* x( g# K* j( @# a/ FBut I could have told you, Vincent, + I' [2 K. P8 b+ _1 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * y( O3 z* h& f. q- [: y2 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 a$ A* X) L( JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , G; O( @2 R! I6 Y9 K; b, f; K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' X* }6 `2 s: PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & [8 X% B4 w d
How you suffered for you sanity,
& P! F r4 }1 h* j& i- [: bHow you tried to set them free, 3 }% U0 Q# S3 K' k u! n# U2 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( x; |; I2 f P9 S' E
Perhaps they never will. |
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