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5 s/ [2 G& f. R" P4 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L- W5 p, r0 Z4 W( a6 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 p+ m2 W5 _8 \4 f5 Q) |% mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& w6 _+ I, U/ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 F# B8 d! v9 \+ u( O3 v: [% [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 h* J# v8 k2 z; V) s
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^# V( ^) f& nHow you tried to set them free,
; I6 u- s, |; E: l! f) P* IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' J# c( i& G4 H5 X; A: g4 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) p9 g3 L) U8 }/ k {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; z1 `5 Q% F3 L" M j+ {1 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ~5 [" w- v+ O6 a6 XWeathered 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,
3 b: e1 E n; k- `4 B. M mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # H3 g/ h, t6 `* g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ~2 X7 g+ `3 w4 o; V8 Q1 j# Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 }) n. I i; Q4 y, V* |. y h! vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 l5 G8 C( @% A1 W$ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 m' A/ o* v. S3 k- O& g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 y' c& D, J5 t: V# T$ ^* q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' u# t6 E* \. G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# z) [7 y; m T% P( E2 d+ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Q o2 k. [5 NHow you tried to set them free, : z; Y) C' n: E, M- V& [3 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 z, X1 r9 y& V8 s5 P8 L9 h) ]Perhaps they never will. |
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