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- P" B9 R- \+ M5 d+ u( V7 E3 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ^* ~6 `: Y" c$ c# n# i& I( s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 y4 e# ~4 m( v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 z* _8 t m* I& `0 v( O6 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 F0 M7 x; M* b1 P$ C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 o6 w7 m' C$ f+ wHow you suffered for you sanity, * C/ N* I, s1 o$ S" X
How you tried to set them free, : k& o" U: p) m! W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ?) I! } x5 n1 N) k' j: V2 J- T0 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Y- @ I% W# c+ h, \1 F) {% k7 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' C+ T, Z' h' a4 ^! [% vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 y( ?6 @6 ?0 u: _* J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' G& Y* N$ o* w4 Q$ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 `. K% }# M3 `8 \7 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- D9 O, A5 H' W7 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 u, c1 p! D0 F& O! A! c1 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 M% w/ u3 ]5 e9 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & @# H, k. U5 v) s* M! [6 Z! H6 I- P q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + E9 J5 ^9 T3 }1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ^4 H- L+ t, f4 v1 c* J: bThe 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, 3 [8 m% g! J2 z5 H
How you suffered for you sanity,. v& D- o6 N9 {' r- ]3 |. _
How you tried to set them free,
7 v: C4 u' w0 [9 {They would not listen they're not listening still, * {- k( T z* h: S
Perhaps they never will. |
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