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) T- {9 } z# l7 K) v/ r( a$ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / X' X3 W- I5 z- L4 s$ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# N' p1 F4 @" p& [9 _1 ^6 u9 A3 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! Z' |. Q0 L' I# Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 P) @/ }2 U0 i: ^1 D G8 y: b0 k9 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. E" X9 h- M* C6 H' @. KHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 J. I7 K8 c0 ^% z( D7 y; _
How you tried to set them free, 4 ` M. J7 R+ r2 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! m& @5 E. a* r+ {" F: J) ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 [( T5 W/ B- v" L+ \$ ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 z- {2 I! [4 K n9 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; H( Y6 y, M q+ q# }0 u. Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' U( q& B! t% ]* xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 L+ U5 E0 q4 I2 R/ y- eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. c5 m8 M0 G& @( q7 {) {. e7 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# k+ D; I. l2 N9 F) v% g1 ]: {6 s' PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 |2 w# D! r, w! PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 l& S6 s+ p1 `) x6 j( FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: b& N8 D; B Z3 }8 t7 P' ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 l% `. e! {+ }1 `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,
6 t" V; |. l# u' I. EHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 J9 a- [. x% v% V& }, QHow you tried to set them free,
) z7 W' ?# w( ]- B# cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& [7 k) F& k. u1 X# ~Perhaps they never will. |
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