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# R& }6 a3 I a; x# rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, O$ L5 u; F8 l* S( lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % y! O, Q8 _! n! [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, I" _( X, v/ L. ^' }! u3 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 E; s7 r( \- Q- x& t& e- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# v N% I! L# f
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 {" h/ p1 {* O' t' vHow you tried to set them free, ' ~" H6 E" b/ ^: u, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 _3 |0 Y, h m2 [3 f( HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 U* W% v% q+ b' m! m3 @: ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ t1 d& @ o- a1 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; n+ j! s# F6 M5 W6 W3 W0 QWeathered 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,
6 K/ H: h+ f" WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ?1 Y+ _1 }8 J( K, q) X) [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( w) Y) r9 F# W: e* E: GBut I could have told you, Vincent, V* M7 t0 K/ G Z7 q; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / E' N5 q. G! \, J$ C5 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . E. S; n: ^% m2 Q. H5 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* y9 a8 V: s- n4 s5 ]! YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # P1 M" g1 _2 `" |! z0 O7 u
2 v) Z; o, N, z7 b7 B# `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . V% A2 u0 p/ }# o' Z' z$ c$ l
How you suffered for you sanity,
; O% N1 a p/ l9 C# HHow you tried to set them free, ' R! p$ T: d) z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 P3 P/ m1 E5 L8 V$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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