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4 t- y1 e! R5 j- X) E ?: _1 Y/ hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 X8 a+ S& o9 z3 }9 ?9 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 x9 p" `" W7 j7 d2 f% cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 y/ s$ B, {+ k1 u5 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & R" E% W% e4 m& F* s/ k9 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( j9 T1 P# j: m5 M i% K8 f. \' x1 l
How you suffered for you sanity, , R0 l9 b8 L( z2 V
How you tried to set them free,
! }8 H/ i; m3 X/ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 @; |7 k5 R0 s9 U( `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ?! O7 c* L* \5 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * u5 j/ L. l( a/ ?* }* ?$ Z% o( s7 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" q8 T! J; R- `: _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,
6 N n' c# x2 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ]( g. U- A# l0 c6 t" M7 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Q/ S7 Y4 k6 H, V! z: ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, & k. N0 J4 f9 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & G1 B; C# }7 O8 k {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! A3 y0 [/ V+ r9 U% K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * I, m" n; D3 X9 N- r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; I+ a: z. k( S: w0 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k/ l( ]5 y: i, Q/ w
How you suffered for you sanity," Q2 M% A: s$ I0 o" U0 t6 S
How you tried to set them free, 1 L# W, ^; @, j+ n4 @; D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 F# e; o7 I& G3 l. Q2 UPerhaps they never will. |
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