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( a* R# K. K$ U; k! `5 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 M7 L9 P% d4 Y% h2 T* t! ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" q8 K9 [% z( \8 O8 B% ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 \' t) t0 B' W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' X9 p# A) Z7 G( TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: h. w F9 k2 a+ ~How you suffered for you sanity, $ x7 u% x- Q1 w" }' O9 C
How you tried to set them free, 1 O& @4 e4 l8 d+ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ W6 u* k6 [4 C, I T8 e; fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 d8 k- a- p0 |9 X6 F9 E1 i ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N1 W6 @ c6 X) ]/ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 j4 @0 T4 R/ K9 b4 b
Weathered 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: U4 |. K* {; s6 A1 L' t/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . }/ z. L7 C$ s$ q3 V" `: c0 {+ [0 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' Z" ~. N0 S5 f; {3 E1 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ t5 j# g: y9 s2 k i8 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 V/ j* ~9 L1 C4 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 k3 G# y8 [, @0 l" F2 q3 f2 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 N1 B5 I7 |* j+ S; n- d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) S# ^+ I2 h2 D' V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 } b6 A! [ H: \% C9 k
7 d2 `% Y) Z3 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ T- O. S( T( u* M* z$ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ n) T: C# P' _& w5 X& o; xHow you tried to set them free,
7 f4 P6 g3 c$ _* ~1 H; g6 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! L3 q D$ U$ DPerhaps they never will. |
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