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( X: I! }7 C- C6 M% Y* XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ~1 s q$ M1 A: o! r6 L1 ] r7 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ~: {! I. N; U) _; r# m4 p7 P( KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 k* e" T- y0 [4 Z( k/ F, |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) m( T4 A# R' r, ?9 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& {4 I4 m" `2 V ^$ t, X0 F
How you suffered for you sanity, % g; w& T( k& |
How you tried to set them free,
5 ]( B; L1 r9 K$ D8 r/ R- MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V) `( ?' N% }3 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ?! H! B6 k( K' v! [/ i4 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ]. |6 l o& x4 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + |, K% T% e, X7 X u( M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 Y9 d- ]% v$ d. \( O- W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 g3 y) g$ V6 q, _6 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# o. V3 u! B& O3 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 P( p8 E% j4 y3 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( @& |9 J% T j: [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + L" m- T' S- p$ e8 ?4 y8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Y7 h# x4 R- f$ A: K. @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ^0 G' y$ p, i* K' Y( Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 m" c! |- f: C: ]9 y: |5 i
How you suffered for you sanity, h+ q3 `+ y+ v; v$ X/ l
How you tried to set them free,
* P* Z2 t' Z& U% i% o* W9 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: `6 @0 g# K" { [Perhaps they never will. |
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