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5 t* ~9 c$ K: l, ~' {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q+ D: O& J) `; G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 G) q' C( t2 @& b' l9 i" \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 m& Z$ K4 e6 q8 \0 |3 T! hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 t9 t' m( }7 A9 Z8 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 b8 j; @+ G) j2 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
% ~0 q- u" h& Z5 t4 b4 p5 g0 KHow you tried to set them free, 9 l6 O9 r9 \ o" b* c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! c" d! S1 @+ X- J) ?/ `' _4 y: w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ f) V& ^. O* o/ g! OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 E& w2 f( x( l; H0 c2 O7 _8 B1 y9 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 i; k+ R: e x9 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . h3 b( F' | j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # v, N5 o, e8 M. K. F7 s7 y1 \ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . V2 o8 {6 o. d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ \: J3 R" N( j6 t' D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) K7 F( M3 v6 d5 ^+ h0 D$ F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 u' f+ G" o# N1 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; |3 R* J4 x; o4 K1 g; YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) o3 G: b6 K0 X3 k, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* ^' f" _3 W3 V" H+ E& cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 E: l" S, Q$ d! c/ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" I/ x4 w6 d% O# u3 v$ ?* PHow you suffered for you sanity," b: Y) g4 K! r7 x& ?/ O2 s& Q
How you tried to set them free,
( `+ h3 _& n- S& wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ w5 m3 v2 k: e @1 KPerhaps they never will. |
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