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* [; J' u" L1 H! L! u+ n/ ~5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * c" @6 O3 a* p0 }4 a) a/ y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ v9 x! G1 Y. z M0 K* iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {% P) p: e' F5 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* k7 }) O! G2 r) b# }& Q8 I5 s5 N$ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, L- |- ~. {! d5 V+ GHow you suffered for you sanity,
( h6 C _+ D1 X V; Y3 |0 C3 gHow you tried to set them free,
; H$ z, K! r, D" WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ?$ a- z* i" X3 j3 a' O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . D! q- O# A( M# B+ u! L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, M# L3 ^) T+ \ G4 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & j9 ~9 u$ W H# H% }
Weathered 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,
% X. h# v5 g* {. t5 c( ~% ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ m9 r/ v( N. I5 A8 h# x/ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! d4 j- l3 P$ `+ M/ t4 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ~+ A5 j0 ], F+ N) N: [. y! T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " l1 H# L/ k; U; M1 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* L! j1 b/ D% ?0 K# I6 w9 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* r* d! Z8 g- |" Z6 P. 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,
" G* R" S! E; g% z9 J' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 [6 o. s" d2 q; a' E9 }How you tried to set them free,
4 e& c& G# ^! a5 C$ `9 e; ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 B' ~: Y4 y% R" ^$ j2 _4 vPerhaps they never will. |
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