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' o* h% _1 e- S5 }* k+ k9 V" sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& \! c7 X. ^2 Z% @7 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ?# H* [/ ?& l6 l3 R' }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 H; d( y6 W$ [, L# u+ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ E5 J! v8 Q4 r1 s8 X7 B! e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 J8 i0 \4 u% k8 m$ b7 J7 Z+ `
How you suffered for you sanity, + G4 U- {0 J' i* g3 P, L K' _8 O: x
How you tried to set them free, & G/ K9 L0 e) E, c* \& n, k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; Z9 P5 i& G) _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - u: X+ B; k, |0 H- }3 E1 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' R$ j& J: c' \+ _& A* d! ?( \9 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 U: z* m8 i& z V, cWeathered 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,
$ S8 s" J- s7 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ G& a6 b. l2 ^, `% z4 ~! JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 w5 P6 p4 {" Z0 d. X$ hBut I could have told you, Vincent, # v! b3 m4 f, H2 r% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ J: F! v: X2 \* Z6 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. V/ v* t- ^7 {3 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( i9 l: V: \7 K9 Y, A+ R) x" T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 o Z* q' r/ Q% n4 k- J; e# D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 T5 J5 H5 I+ N; U. s! y
How you suffered for you sanity," O" k8 X4 o; I" w) [
How you tried to set them free, I3 k$ j1 V0 x' S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( L" P. h4 A8 }, j! a: JPerhaps they never will. |
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