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- R1 ^- n7 }+ S- y$ }# }5 u, MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # w) r3 j3 X( v- N d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 j0 ^5 C, s+ E( ?' a- w8 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 {; \2 `0 L, _. {9 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 g4 M9 g( U/ d: O0 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ j5 a$ l% E. |7 I! E% A
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 {# T7 K" z' w4 F( d' H
How you tried to set them free,
5 ?0 W- b' `/ _ h' p% g. q3 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 N0 R" \6 ]. a9 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 X% o j: h; y: E7 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! v0 x }& p0 V6 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Y" Q$ Y$ b' s* [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,
/ F% L8 r0 y# r- F" jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % Z- q h: l$ S$ ?! _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ~# [& m( I4 m5 n kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) v0 R+ u9 }* C4 {: i/ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / u! U& W6 u8 p; i, Y& }
3 j# z4 {/ G, ~ X$ o9 i( sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% u7 m9 E. P, C( Q6 F7 T4 G/ kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 \0 R! K5 k$ c+ W. ~6 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 A3 N( z2 V: d5 u: l( o/ [+ M1 y" WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# B: Y1 r5 O, h0 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * `; Q% ]+ C* c# ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
, }2 G5 W% l+ S$ v9 c9 K, J: L) }" DHow you tried to set them free, $ P8 ^% ]2 o0 q# F' [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' J& n2 e. L5 |; R4 Z! sPerhaps they never will. |
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