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' J* s% f2 m R5 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' a7 E: ]7 T6 `: {! T* ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : n8 L( v7 t) | P' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 a0 `' ^3 s! H2 m. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' T: d" P" R: h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 E; u' k" e6 u9 W3 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
, o5 r+ ^( ]2 ^( A% t; W$ PHow you tried to set them free,
8 P7 ]2 i9 H, ?! x% s6 f2 V9 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 N. h( L* N8 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % N' b r* V3 Z9 O$ R1 x7 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' F T" `# y6 j \( N/ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 X9 x) @2 k" @5 h% `# }6 z7 @7 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ K7 q) B4 b" O, \# UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! [2 W) e3 S; O- G! cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 D) `+ }9 n0 Y4 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 B2 ^* \! v% a% U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" ]9 J2 L* E I. g- n7 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 A$ {9 z0 |1 }( B( ]' v. YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Z8 i1 V/ x7 j7 j; x1 m" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; p8 u; j2 C! U% t' B! {, fThe 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, ! G" d+ a2 |4 v/ e* k E. _
How you suffered for you sanity," d+ T3 | P% y; z+ m# |' y
How you tried to set them free, & U0 y$ d$ V. o
They would not listen they're not listening still, , `* h) C* t4 d0 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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