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' F& L* m( ?9 x9 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 C E/ L2 I3 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 O! P3 z* Y: E+ a& S5 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ I$ h( x% f; \5 d/ j2 l. t4 y& m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 y+ y, O F5 a& eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 `; r9 s F7 K4 I
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 L% W+ y( a& {9 P# D/ W# J8 _: t
How you tried to set them free, + g; Y7 e( y; J- k( H: a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 B/ I1 K" H6 n; E+ c0 s7 C9 w) f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
l& o4 M: R6 X) y4 } ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 G. T* w, c$ H+ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; L2 w* Q) r& [# X
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,
: R! j$ X$ l# ?% e/ J5 y8 }7 z0 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Z- @6 x2 \3 ^% b5 d& P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 [1 {# J" @' H( b' s" L2 x; Y5 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 F9 n" ~: q' cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / G& ~" K. O4 u3 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 C0 \" |* P: ]0 t: i+ p! f# fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Y% s% h6 @1 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' u, w* H/ g% i& R5 H5 _5 j( {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: s! Q: z$ }8 n' t$ b* J8 I9 XHow you suffered for you sanity,, K T6 i R5 H& Q9 ?% x
How you tried to set them free, * u: D& P8 l7 C5 W. \# I) T5 v6 \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Z; t+ N2 }6 O l
Perhaps they never will. |
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