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; g; e! L: J l, wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 Z7 d& Y$ _$ o" r* j6 D4 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : n1 ?4 V8 _0 m4 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 V8 n2 y6 {% \: x/ ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ?7 n. ^- T- R- V5 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 m- U$ h& f& u6 } y
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ]7 z& r$ k; IHow you tried to set them free,
9 p4 ~5 |8 [3 m% @( @% rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 h9 B" i! d9 c7 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s0 ?/ j; Y. _$ A( cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Q& Q* m, u. v3 I# `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / u( U1 ?/ d8 A( U5 {% e7 [% I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - P) t' u1 e* r4 g7 r0 C5 |% d
! @' i6 ~ n0 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " F' a% U" C8 S: l* _) B+ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& u+ u2 A7 H; }4 x5 n3 \- Y9 y. @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r& e+ ]7 L3 {8 H1 H/ L3 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \# r! N: N3 y$ f( ^4 ]9 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W! |$ B) R/ S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 P" f4 u" x$ qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- Z; c/ v( ~/ H }4 Z# b# kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ V4 c+ E0 u0 E6 Q r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 H1 i9 T& R( u0 h6 a1 ?8 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 v. R0 w% p1 T' u/ v
How you suffered for you sanity,& K2 j9 B: \8 @
How you tried to set them free, % Z- U! [5 ]8 z# _, |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) s2 N; j/ ~. p8 b2 W- UPerhaps they never will. |
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