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; }, l- U2 P H! [! ?1 ] ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 A; `" |8 {+ q' B: l. _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 C+ j2 j/ O9 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ~' U! I5 F1 z; T4 M) K U a1 f0 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 g- w- J( B" T, x( ]1 v' r! z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* m# h8 n: g9 v/ T' E) K
How you suffered for you sanity, * e/ U8 m6 p5 ?7 ^0 o
How you tried to set them free, ; y- ~6 O A l% j" u& f+ G5 L9 K% {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 X+ Q8 s, z: F! W+ R" d/ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , t7 v& ]% ]' m) S" @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, _1 n5 T/ R8 o# e! B& qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 \/ ?3 O) c/ V) I( y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 j- O8 [0 e4 B' G% f* A2 J2 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ ^0 Q$ U9 ]% ^, X7 b0 Q, MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! w% _2 A, ?3 D/ C% Z9 H; Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n( {- I2 C4 \7 X4 d' f
But I could have told you, Vincent, : M! j5 d9 O' e1 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 y. l9 C/ d8 @) e/ o0 ?1 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 @' ^9 i4 t# t5 w) d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( W- a7 C, ~, N1 V( U* T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 [7 l' r/ y6 a5 ^( L* H ~! |3 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! \4 I N3 w. Q$ |) v1 ?How you suffered for you sanity,9 `# v0 u! q" y$ u1 K3 W
How you tried to set them free, R" I3 _2 X( h/ p/ L$ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 m1 [( M" _" Y/ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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