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! j1 }( F9 ~: E1 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / m9 j7 L1 e1 i; x( r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q( h5 @5 H' W5 f7 P* F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; L( ^* `4 }2 A" I3 K1 @/ m. d, S9 O, jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 I, f, o7 W5 O( t* g/ k3 x( H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: p. [# k1 C& D6 F! S" Y A( PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' z1 Q- y( W7 S4 ~& eHow you tried to set them free,
1 |4 i- I8 J+ ?. \! s( E9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 i& j/ f3 k! J8 a! l$ C5 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 }) f1 j" D) R& ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 i% S7 l" k0 s4 z1 v# M- I/ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( s3 x. j) A+ |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,
8 [8 C2 L% l: n3 P WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ?9 h% v2 g# p3 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Q) l, R$ J `But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 c* y' l) `( e" ^4 _* D' r1 q) ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & B; u7 _( m/ l, B* `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ~& A+ k1 B: J* n# uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 V3 D3 U8 @. P! [. H) vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " O% m8 k( T$ }
How you suffered for you sanity,2 _8 d7 y8 q9 F/ J w: g8 q
How you tried to set them free,
' |% I2 z2 k& J; `- ?% Y7 F+ ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 z! M- t5 S7 d2 nPerhaps they never will. |
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