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" v9 ^+ D3 L1 Y. p0 ]/ t( fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ~& f1 ^ p! D6 K+ e- S( BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, R& \; f& H Z% eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: c6 e; s+ ?% Y) O/ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 q3 V) U3 G* O T! P9 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& I/ |$ P+ D8 O0 u8 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 d. h- ^8 r7 [- K3 R' tHow you tried to set them free,
4 k* A U+ n" E# @4 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # k7 T$ i# W" }" z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( q/ O: g( N4 G; X' g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; f- m, u3 t# [, U* O- n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' t$ w Q) M! UWeathered 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,
9 \% S; t- S" ~$ f p* z" tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 S) t. h0 ]' [! J8 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' z* M* c0 g8 m6 m& t0 a" D& V9 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, : x/ D8 T6 ?6 ?+ F2 {& C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + b3 x5 H6 D5 C+ Z9 S! c) B p! \0 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 L8 ^6 x0 q- o, t$ x; D" p6 v& i2 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 q8 B8 b1 S) q) o! zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * I2 F4 W) y% b1 O! h9 E5 r( V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . h: J* G4 K6 {; B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- r4 L( A* a9 H; t; A7 ]& }( xHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 p$ v3 B) l1 u' I0 aHow you tried to set them free, ! _3 F2 B2 ?! X- R4 [$ Q6 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ ?" ?+ Q0 c" `2 z( K5 O" z& ~& U/ Y& q+ yPerhaps they never will. |
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