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( c$ S" W* E. m r2 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 e. ?& g' N# G+ y: ~0 b6 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( L, F0 N' v( A7 Z) VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, a6 E6 `# V5 _5 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; m5 I& T& c# H. [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, N+ O F! ?' u& B+ W" ]
How you suffered for you sanity, - k- k! q" C2 Y# |5 l4 Y9 G' t
How you tried to set them free, + }* g% o C: f4 W4 a+ z- |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]. ?5 n; s- l h: ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ~$ Q% n1 x) Z/ p* ]$ m1 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , G: |7 p& j; L7 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: U a" K# ]# M7 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,
+ D3 y0 Y E1 V7 e6 F O3 x+ A ^. WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, G6 _* ]$ w; t6 S* d4 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* H `5 Y8 N8 g% `+ C- v, u/ ?: w8 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
, n" b+ d1 ]# y: `- r, f: Z2 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Q4 q. d) E0 { QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " z4 T7 f% `. w0 [5 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + b& f8 g0 p8 p& L/ M$ a$ h
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, 1 {7 G7 v1 I& Y1 C* [3 }( S. f
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 P6 K; }7 K* |: X9 R- V4 g: f0 \How you tried to set them free,
! ]4 o8 m% r+ l) `5 k' kThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) z# g& Q+ I8 H( U2 k' X
Perhaps they never will. |
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