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7 U# D. R6 E- ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( i; \5 ^6 ?. p$ `2 _% s8 b# P4 X; Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 Y$ q m$ }) D$ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. P6 W$ Y, y2 d9 N( \8 \- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / m6 J- g' s2 a# g* H/ n" W! ^0 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' D" O2 ^5 s9 S5 Q0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
: B" C) u3 ? x0 E% aHow you tried to set them free,
( Z; f4 [; p- q3 P+ I6 p# V; K. ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! p q8 [6 o3 X2 s p6 O" S! z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& n J z7 q$ s( k0 P7 Q0 n- xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ~6 L) m. |9 Q0 l8 I- L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! T7 Y& Z" ^2 {0 V& j1 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + \+ N5 W: R$ p6 @
3 O% J! b; f+ I+ s4 s& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " F3 J) E; y @; _5 C# a: l5 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n7 K+ r& M- K7 B+ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' T0 x( Y, w- P+ U3 C0 a/ r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 l" K1 W* \. c" |: Y# \ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) x% H( R9 Q" Z; Z+ [' i7 k$ |3 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 \. ]# z1 Z! O) a% a3 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! W& s/ t! Y4 p2 A$ s$ v/ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! w8 o5 D( W& iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & |- F# }- F( b' D
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ Q+ r- P2 g# l6 R; @. P6 q: DHow you tried to set them free,
) I- J, B b; s: _They would not listen they're not listening still,
" ^# S+ ]# r/ s8 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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