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6 K. j! x& _5 M# w- ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ O; U/ L+ V4 H3 Z" X% k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ z" S, q3 d t! w! j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. @( O0 p# y6 w1 \2 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) U7 u% j7 \- ^. |$ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 ? @3 |$ ~! u3 I; X6 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ m+ K5 a3 m# Y% |5 {2 j" H( IHow you tried to set them free,
/ Y! P( }" o& W6 ~# W3 Q" K4 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 }* w$ l; A" u, E4 x( oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' f# {+ j- C i: [+ qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P( p3 {6 y" `/ H' ]4 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 q; u% j& }$ O% w2 v3 }/ {: Q% G0 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, a; n% Z4 A' j5 I1 F7 p5 _; s$ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 v, K" u2 V! qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 G3 u ^: B' k+ [, ?: b& f+ j: t5 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # N2 w$ ?5 J7 C2 Q8 k# Y5 e0 y0 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 L4 K8 _7 V3 U$ e! qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ e& m1 E5 r) V; Q+ ], O3 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. N- y7 Y7 G, X' d* H" EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ z% |+ l) Y: ]: S9 F7 w, S3 r9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 |, _3 b1 g; t0 C( sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; I: i& C- d6 O3 ^
- W; R8 ?! q" A# S0 C/ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% O' N- V& ^: @% rHow you suffered for you sanity,
, w8 Y. k; L3 vHow you tried to set them free, 0 ]/ M; u% \; e, Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" n9 Q" |1 G7 V, {Perhaps they never will. |
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