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; M6 }# x) ]- i3 V5 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 E; y* u8 D- i. N# a% r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& o' o, g( x8 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 C ]8 C7 H5 B m0 H/ ^5 h; \/ U6 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) S7 B& ~/ X: O+ l6 Y" y+ f4 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 J) z% q" @$ n) {' C" {& eHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 u7 C4 ^2 D8 D2 H
How you tried to set them free, ( r; [- V- d/ @( V! y/ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 H/ X% Q% o" n8 r+ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : z3 K3 H$ b0 Y/ { K& t7 c5 \$ S# v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, B8 z6 b0 B3 B1 }( z# IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
^: R0 D: i7 x8 v! JWeathered 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,
+ t6 q1 W. V7 \. C. V$ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . `, I! [5 p; B7 V1 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, p- O2 _. c7 [3 |) f' D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 q- d" s+ U- u2 Y) r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% S; S3 J; v& N% r9 L7 }& ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( X$ L9 b0 ?2 f ~! P3 R8 K6 {) v' pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B6 K( F1 @( e$ y. p6 e. _- d c0 H& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
m+ _1 ~' q9 Y/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % m) l5 p0 p: n) L: x, B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 n F. j1 K! P# J& ~How you suffered for you sanity,
, A+ n, ]% K- L+ M! WHow you tried to set them free, , b' i! Y* R Q0 D K9 u* Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, U8 ^% r1 O( y6 f R5 m4 K( ZPerhaps they never will. |
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