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( ^& {- ?9 ~8 r" kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " X# R& |/ W: @# g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 i' B. Q l% yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ @3 y; v6 w/ x1 H' C' E5 a T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 Z" g2 z( H4 ^" Z1 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 c) c0 D7 V8 B0 J& [* {How you suffered for you sanity,
' z# n. F2 x9 g8 Y; ^' n# k6 @How you tried to set them free,
. R4 x' o! f& z: c# `# ?$ F- LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' n1 E' Y* Q c# g3 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + s7 A7 j; L/ D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 H2 N: L7 b2 D% q" J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* N1 u4 }" O, h- BWeathered 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,
6 p( N+ C4 q7 X4 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- s0 \7 j" m( q# FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 P9 R: H2 P* p; ^4 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 W3 A8 t# P# S R9 o0 b& h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 q% V1 w( r1 f3 i1 F6 e$ ]7 V' @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , u# T B: P5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' p9 w0 a! U+ F; kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + N. [* c" P$ I
p3 J. O; W/ n% Z8 Y/ V6 J+ FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& e3 m+ F* D; I3 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
) N* Q) v% A1 o, ZHow you tried to set them free,
! a! ^& w \( r3 e9 [5 x BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) F: I9 T6 b- YPerhaps they never will. |
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