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, m9 l8 J; N8 ^, s9 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 u5 k5 J! c; t' l G4 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 e( T7 ?9 P# b/ Q7 Z- K' B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 h, u- m# N- r% MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F6 A$ w( x y" P, Y# |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) E8 R$ f9 [: t1 [How you suffered for you sanity, 4 t+ v; z6 b' h6 o
How you tried to set them free, 5 C$ m- m+ z4 h& L- s% X8 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 e: }; a- S- k- t$ h# O$ l5 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * @- F2 o0 Z( D# R s% f9 {: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ~ v, _" Q8 t5 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" e! Z! H5 {, t8 D( d2 iWeathered 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,
: O6 `6 t9 a0 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) a: N) H& v0 r% aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- {. D3 b* I# v% \/ ^! yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 M: Q" V+ n# Q8 C' |$ C3 r( k* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % @6 D4 E: i/ Q4 {. \, T2 { G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # B" s( Y* T' i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' V) j" m9 F# Y* t: _6 R9 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a( X% r* u4 h% S2 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% i; p+ N, x, f" fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% O+ `/ d3 d# e' I! rHow you suffered for you sanity,; a, P6 y G8 [) e/ {4 E
How you tried to set them free,
% v/ }* m2 a9 `. Q1 W0 D- |They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ m. [' w2 p4 v& tPerhaps they never will. |
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