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' } t2 m7 M' ^9 E6 d, _6 A9 m/ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 N7 O& z& C2 d# k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. |; V) r ?- zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 w7 A4 \+ w1 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' D2 l1 i1 g9 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, z: `) U: x) q' S# i2 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 Y/ u0 B( e+ Q+ a! w* u" u
How you tried to set them free, 6 e4 x; j% s3 X/ h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ^ P `% Z6 y- }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( p& B1 f* u3 A6 u) e* j# {' H0 j* y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. s; C# H- @$ z5 ]& bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 N1 S1 X" C K/ a* b: n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 r% ]0 e Z) g2 v, D/ J" O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ~; e# h5 j' H- R% tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 E. q2 B$ D1 C3 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 m+ }. u! }6 x2 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, # ^0 g4 o: | V+ z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 u- ~, @+ L2 N' H+ G8 a9 O1 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 r U) k9 `/ h5 D- T& z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) r0 |6 j. p/ |# g7 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ P, Q$ q; k+ Z- Q0 {+ a
The 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, 6 O$ |; o( i; k5 }2 _
How you suffered for you sanity,/ O9 P0 Y* v- F
How you tried to set them free, 8 N6 d& q. f: ?/ a" [
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ~. L! S' m; J; C& ~# B6 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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