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2 m* n- {% ~1 E" a2 @# mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ^- R! N( m8 F( u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 P' L9 f x/ b" B9 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, x) k1 k. h5 \0 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( m1 K7 r5 c" X8 L0 X0 s+ ~2 k3 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ b H$ p) x8 e; H& J1 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 S) ~# i. P- D$ P8 n: xHow you tried to set them free,
, A9 o n! W& Q% s. gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 |8 G$ k2 t# U! T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 X- a* A! k, t6 T3 @! bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 S" [+ f4 ]' t* o3 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# v0 b; u* T1 d$ }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, & ?' Q7 T: c5 L. }! R; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- h( v( A+ @! P" U8 D3 D1 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 [2 o7 @4 O2 h9 P) c/ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ A; @6 [! f8 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' R3 o& w- i S2 o I. M& p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 {7 `2 z4 V" ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 v3 |& l' L0 M% p' Q- e% K$ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Q; N& G1 I4 l9 B
How you suffered for you sanity,0 T) C# W1 x' x
How you tried to set them free,
) k, J2 r% S. G( eThey would not listen they're not listening still, " Q2 p" t2 a" K3 _' B1 ~3 ~- |1 d' T5 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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