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( S% W* E0 E1 ~; ]0 b% m4 c5 s; PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " s& ~- c5 d" R: x3 m& p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 v& o( a' _8 S% [/ g qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 u4 r9 S& N* Y! J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' X8 ~7 a1 o2 ]6 p' U) BNow I understand what you tried to say to me," X' X: x& _8 c: h) E' _
How you suffered for you sanity,
. F8 r3 u; n3 G: Q6 p5 L6 LHow you tried to set them free,
: F% ]0 S. e* A' }; }$ W) lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 b3 L# C( ^0 \% u, L) o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 V$ A0 m2 O! j, R1 o% FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * P2 F5 L: [7 \& R9 |9 l# v1 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& a! k3 ^# c" j R1 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * h4 Y, q+ z0 O, W) J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 C' H& l6 c' a- z* C. nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Q; U" V0 k! G' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Z, L4 G' b' P0 L' K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Z: W& E1 `6 q6 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 j t1 k ~8 O( G L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) `* p' {/ H+ _3 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & d! Q, b' h& }1 |! e6 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. w% {& r1 G9 p- F( ]4 o1 y/ j0 l) Q' qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : N0 s3 T" h+ ~# K( U% B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' F/ [3 k2 }/ f" X0 bHow you suffered for you sanity," J8 H) ~- v! t- O
How you tried to set them free, * K X! R* D: P9 j4 o0 h1 @: V
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ G' I) T1 d, m+ w& ~. S# g
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