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1 y9 E3 O4 W( Y' qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 c8 N0 t3 ^0 t$ A' f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / H- P V/ \' x+ u4 L' D& }* D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 W; z: ]+ \/ c |# HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " k* |3 G: t3 O+ c0 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 d& @3 u( Q: e! AHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 G7 e+ S% H9 r4 O W3 }How you tried to set them free,
9 a( j4 V, m% q# q7 v" \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + ~2 |& L3 a0 R- @3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, u( B, L# B# k' l8 L9 L _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ B, I- A; O( c6 V+ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . p/ }5 [) {2 y, s/ O0 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; T- V& D" p. q& a5 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 o) J, D: z6 u. D O8 S0 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 s& m0 ^# s; N3 J3 a+ w+ i6 A: q; o( wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 h& G# C6 G) ]5 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, # y; c) _8 h1 |5 L0 z! e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + [3 k6 ]* y$ S/ L% D' v; }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* |% n# V% Q3 R5 Z( XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . Q1 M2 w9 L+ A: u- i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]6 M& t- B8 k! S
; H x' I$ Q- ^/ d8 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 I. ~! G3 f: s1 F1 E9 P' i1 J
How you suffered for you sanity,) l1 K8 S; |% L
How you tried to set them free,
5 b9 B& B1 t3 a0 U8 J7 q( u% IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- B: m+ r: [+ m% j) I8 g9 RPerhaps they never will. |
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