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0 `* y" N1 N. d7 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! M6 g* c& s& MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ], w' e% C+ X* f; BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 q, k1 \2 c9 A6 g H$ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' a l8 H U: o! Q; O7 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ]* s; y/ b: c. q }: OHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 {$ l# y) E( p1 u0 w) F8 s
How you tried to set them free, % W8 p. i- c! [0 T1 w% c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' l/ v/ M" z. ^ B* z4 u/ k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; z. T5 |& h7 u2 I7 @8 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Q, }. p! [1 F' z9 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & z( `7 E* N- \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' j J6 e2 h9 L2 h5 @) G/ r/ ]5 M% UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' c3 d7 _; I- J: _$ E3 b' {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d, m. ~. J( V& v$ w1 C& t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 m5 W' g a) \& x) X) P ?6 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. J/ _" p0 G- f" x+ z8 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; a! S% F" t3 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 o7 j+ N+ [8 t& i" SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
W$ k( y. Y9 k' I- X$ @0 N f9 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- @) G* g( s; T/ q7 D2 A# m8 RThe 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,
5 q$ P* t. h) N y& E4 yHow you suffered for you sanity,! H- t& _3 G0 N
How you tried to set them free, & S& r; f' ~0 e" a" Q0 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 R# N* Z4 A) vPerhaps they never will. |
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