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: O, \! c( R6 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ v9 y- R+ J, {, aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! j4 z: S5 \* i7 z. i$ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 P6 K0 w3 }; ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Y; U' t8 C3 x8 ^& I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 H4 O6 ^8 c/ W* e6 c, Y! x1 F) RHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 t: u- I# G. [) Y' G) b3 N1 o
How you tried to set them free, . ?/ K5 M8 E0 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W3 O6 a( A+ {5 D4 R/ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " v# M# c* T8 o3 H* V( N+ l; v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; R% z# a- y) X/ l+ c* pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- V+ G* ~3 Q' F' R+ U, z3 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 `1 Z5 C" R! X( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & Y7 C: ] F+ F$ d/ h- {; K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 m# c* z+ j# B" m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 |4 X$ W! v" }3 C, s4 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# \6 v \0 r5 Q, ~5 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; f: C! b( j+ P2 k9 t/ ?8 e5 \+ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 t' _$ `2 `9 u5 D+ t" Q" \% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . n, k1 k* \. f% z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / Z# _# v* [6 m) H) e
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, " y1 o" X* I) t- h
How you suffered for you sanity,5 w( u7 f" i. e. P
How you tried to set them free, * l) N( M8 m0 S9 C) V3 x/ b8 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 |+ s i% _; n+ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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