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/ o# Z$ E% X4 L( J QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( r( _- n2 `: s" uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 N. @0 i" V0 F o7 S5 g" ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, m1 k0 ?3 y0 \" x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o& G# N/ [% \" x. n& G* eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 r+ v0 E0 V+ L4 t2 \9 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 \3 A2 |5 `2 s- o3 y+ T( VHow you tried to set them free,
n: ~ z4 m) y4 A4 l) ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 p+ p$ ?) S) O1 s9 @1 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 `$ Y# m' }" W2 J# c( RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 W4 p5 K& r4 s/ S2 j7 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 J. g$ ~1 A% D7 ?7 Q6 h/ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 r$ d9 H5 \# }" v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Z, E p7 e% }4 g( g" a2 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # J, P1 ]) W: O @8 j+ x7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m; a9 w8 s0 M( A9 b" l! P/ wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ i1 x& F! C- p" z7 V9 N2 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' R: P6 M, i/ a' B! [ s0 w* DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h2 J" F6 G. z1 ~; g# [: X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K- B. |3 G3 T2 G1 ?$ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ D& @4 o/ p0 ^; N
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,
+ H; _ G* ^+ g9 i4 u% C' l" R# q( ^5 |How you suffered for you sanity,& t) f) Q) r1 ~$ n* Q9 u0 k
How you tried to set them free,
& V+ d& N* s9 _" G& g+ L1 V8 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
N& |) P- O3 ~& D$ \* mPerhaps they never will. |
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