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4 `4 a- j& l" M% i* h5 ^! O; ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 b- I8 K8 y: ^( e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Y7 n* c3 a: u: A, H6 D$ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ?: a4 x4 C% t* }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ^! U. x ]# L8 f4 ^- X% O' m. SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% d! p6 ^5 o/ r" k3 P! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
" T% `6 h" l. SHow you tried to set them free,
1 a" v& t O) X1 @8 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% i0 D8 E. T" XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 H7 b) o6 E I5 r( m- eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 v! C- r6 _. c) [+ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ [+ q$ r3 O1 H1 d) V9 i: C6 y( ZWeathered 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, , S& q4 X% Y9 i% b* G1 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 X. g3 B6 u% E9 h+ _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 J- C& Q3 { ^) v9 p+ v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ m2 ^$ j% I1 O5 [+ z t6 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - u6 [1 |7 V! k/ p" U. J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 g8 ~; U* d- e0 v8 r8 w$ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + A! K; A* l2 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 I# ~* b& A4 @3 a) v T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ W; w% Q3 m9 x( ?" U
How you suffered for you sanity,
- A5 m' c: D7 f) T) O' kHow you tried to set them free, " b& t2 t4 s$ N! z1 [- J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" D/ R$ t# Q( L* ^Perhaps they never will. |
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