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6 E' T; Y. O' ]2 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) @1 r8 m1 I. [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ X1 g! I) z! N. i2 u6 b4 K$ p0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ w2 c& ]1 ^- }. i) v% H I& p; |( w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
O0 C6 G( [+ k! ]8 H2 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ i8 e7 t6 W. {
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 E; o$ _" U% t
How you tried to set them free,
) c3 {6 d& |7 C5 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + {5 _& ?3 O: {5 a y' k- Z- c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- d5 ^9 \& x- M) a5 o! A& nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + h0 k; {/ T, n4 I: b! W" y: x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : i; i& f( H* @3 R4 b. X( b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 _7 ?& g' x8 B+ {! z) rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ C) V* u# j, _* h/ I5 X" k0 r& iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 G+ I; K8 ` {0 c E, hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! [* x! R& d1 P+ B' n& ?3 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
- j& r- }6 u7 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 _3 K1 @- @( b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 P; S0 I% X/ o; t1 x& e6 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 T% d: a, O3 U- M* |: JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 J( J0 c5 h1 a1 [- ^
8 {; \% h* x* [* XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 j" s7 L& h3 D# C- X) G/ @+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,3 v: y4 m6 |# ]# M* f
How you tried to set them free,
$ n$ \, u% ?% u: G% m5 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 A' n& N. i0 B( vPerhaps they never will. |
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