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: ?& [8 P% P ~1 B/ F8 p, zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ^8 i. W9 c w$ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' E' C9 ^0 N, y! q5 j0 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, R& g, k1 Z. S8 w, h9 X/ D1 i) h, ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ `/ R; ] y D- A* B4 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 i$ b6 |+ b% Q$ [0 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 y/ L0 T' y3 i9 }! D1 d& |& SHow you tried to set them free, % }, g" X, l8 t* D) h$ c. e) U7 z+ o: o! l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 R! S5 w x0 s+ z8 o, EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) \7 g; _ y/ T# u4 y3 S# r2 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- O- }/ L! r% x) l- IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 S; l2 o! j6 h9 w a% IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: p0 _5 o5 L1 O% }( o+ |& PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Q" r/ N- T* y0 n1 c0 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
K- ^# [: _: ^ N( e5 S% TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 r: A( R9 F$ U8 x2 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" m$ F7 \* @, d; {! v! ~$ v" l! n: BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ?2 e- W1 n4 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 \& a& X. Z+ n* PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% P8 y5 {) c9 u5 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 s0 R9 S9 C" a5 j3 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 P! I+ o3 r9 ?5 k# m- |9 I! | O! pHow you suffered for you sanity,/ l9 s5 I0 n, ]5 i3 u6 H( ~8 T1 v
How you tried to set them free,
3 O# Z% |/ d2 i9 T6 e7 F. L5 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 W. Y7 m0 ^1 i8 J* y% c
Perhaps they never will. |
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