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* X2 h0 Z: b# z, m9 ~+ R l% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " V% m3 p4 {) [$ P$ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( u x" w( F9 `; h9 n& ^2 C* j2 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: `0 i* |" M/ ?4 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 i+ A% m0 b9 S# h2 T& T0 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `' M+ a8 k2 Y. ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ( t! q* P( ^$ @' C9 P9 {
How you tried to set them free,
, |1 h& v z9 _. l2 |2 g- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + l0 G0 r# \$ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / R+ e9 Y* C7 x2 N$ E+ _* ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 Y9 H6 c9 m2 `7 `* c+ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ?1 r1 k( I- q1 |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,
3 I& e4 K) W7 r1 ]: q8 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) c& g. ]- J' K0 k2 ~; m* e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 p. g# e" P) V/ N4 o |: x- GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* _& E& D- u Q, \ s) v) W# ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g) P f( N* v _8 ]2 a2 a6 Q6 _7 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 d2 f! i; b3 p" x( F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ q. z% h T! r- mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ d5 k* Y- l$ j' W/ W% {, z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' q$ ]4 {5 L7 s" y1 |8 F9 G% y
How you suffered for you sanity,
( `/ P: c! C9 D$ C% {How you tried to set them free,
f" ?* X' T# @! h8 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, g$ C/ A) ?. P. h1 V0 E/ I8 qPerhaps they never will. |
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