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1 N. x8 m4 V. e! v6 i# HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 W9 p7 ~& w: v0 f! N' h0 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m6 ^3 q$ M& Y1 y/ j% V, s# JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 k4 `- b) `8 n5 l3 B- P% tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 d' e% C3 g) r" S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) h) h5 ~# m, iHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 X7 h4 k4 T# vHow you tried to set them free, 3 v- W+ H& W6 g b' F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % X5 z( N n+ u& s5 ~5 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ b$ B- a7 m+ U% b& B9 B, _' PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ^# b z0 c* m3 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p! q, k: O4 @4 _ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . b* r H' w4 Y/ S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , R7 b) B/ f2 [3 z9 Y: ?# Q. D! j. G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ]6 R* v# P6 G1 h2 J" O7 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + S6 i1 m+ Y7 e: S$ M, U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) y0 {9 x! e, _, q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # V" r# F/ c% |; j1 \1 B' C4 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ], l3 ^9 W$ }/ L7 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) B6 |: M$ w: a) M6 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 u7 i' T3 K1 ?+ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - e* a) U/ |0 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Y5 } Z, M3 L3 U# X, cHow you tried to set them free,
6 s# ?* _" p u9 C; eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 T8 ~! z$ G3 G* \5 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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