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/ m; a# u# j" _. W% T4 ^: U- C4 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* e E0 @4 p. x. Y* u' ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I! T( w- k( o5 Z) q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |- x$ W( i+ f9 n9 ?! L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! n5 w9 C. q4 N7 t2 U- ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ^- D9 {, R3 h: N3 y& e y1 E5 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 e( Y3 V! }7 n: ~9 }How you tried to set them free,
. E/ f c J+ P& nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; s9 F7 O j+ O( R! mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! c- I+ }5 m, A* {3 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ z O, O1 C" p$ \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 j3 G9 T1 T' Y8 [. `& K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, J. n1 ?; \# D7 [$ o1 {; M" S% ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: H# {, u, Z/ s2 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ c+ k& }- d* s6 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 p3 B1 p5 S' u* ~( H2 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, " j5 C2 N! K- G9 T4 T% a8 c" S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# |0 w8 f1 N5 p$ f* j. ?5 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ [5 ]) C$ V3 f. }# l2 D: X3 G' LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [5 X4 U5 [ d% p3 D6 m" j+ [; YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& n& r3 M* |- `9 o% y8 k1 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : C) h7 A0 ^ p/ P- d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; }( `. G5 U$ t( s
How you suffered for you sanity,
! g. F% g* `" ^0 N! T+ A; R1 i9 Q, EHow you tried to set them free,
. ?! K& \1 \0 G) k- U$ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, % n) p( x+ S+ b9 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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