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' `/ B& N- j5 e( H( JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 |# @" w) y. x8 {+ f4 a5 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, j- T) `+ `# @6 {, ?7 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# T( a! v1 t8 V$ c5 Q+ r. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 X7 n$ {6 n7 n5 @1 o9 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ~+ Q. ^. B' s0 V4 x3 }+ |0 [
How you suffered for you sanity, - P3 p9 C4 O0 t& i* K: D
How you tried to set them free,
& z1 i4 M$ Y8 O% i# Y" a2 {$ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( r' M! L5 R2 J( F0 V0 W: K0 K- c8 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & z" b9 q+ a1 [) ~4 R9 K7 s5 |1 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , E( ^* {7 n: L3 J- D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e8 t& }* B5 N, F( ~
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, 2 n! z# o& W3 `" Q# Q9 D" H- x/ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( U K: {! h/ K* U3 I2 G2 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 s7 |% K2 V! q i" L0 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 S0 x! y1 {1 e7 X$ C/ F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ d$ ]) s9 p4 V/ k: @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ @2 V9 Q, F% }0 @& RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 u5 Y" |5 p- ]. a! i2 p1 w& t1 a( SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : s; t3 S9 x; o6 X- o- K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 b4 H# n3 k, ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ~ r0 o' n) ?* q7 H- h, I
How you suffered for you sanity,; F% e! P9 A/ f I1 \) S
How you tried to set them free,
( ?- R) I4 ^, _5 |5 w3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, # X! b$ ]. l& E a( E# T7 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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