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- q t$ e3 [, j+ r; J9 E& j5 s+ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % s( ^% `6 k+ E; \' f6 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 l) @2 I# B0 [8 i2 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" c* s5 r" b+ t+ U0 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 G3 H: g0 Y. p( p" G; I9 J( |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. S. {4 t: w L4 n' g6 x* MHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l2 X4 w% D, x7 ]* YHow you tried to set them free, : u$ P+ z ^; l5 K' t' s$ k( N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 V/ P9 H% }3 z! H! T6 ]/ qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ^$ L4 Q8 _# ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . i# i9 O" {) j- L; k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, |) N& n" |7 QWeathered 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, % _. S( i& h. _. ]' y; B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x `# W: `' l. g: `- DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' M$ G5 @4 w3 }9 G3 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 b# ^ x. V& q. R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- E( {+ W3 D' D9 E: RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# C, E9 O* e1 @$ |5 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ M7 S2 o# G! c& k# K& g. _( xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 F5 p' k) o0 W" yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 G/ `, I: J& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
; r3 @1 z F* g! K `/ FHow you tried to set them free, + s; U1 M7 [4 \" J/ L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' M3 G. U" r$ o- M) P5 e3 PPerhaps they never will. |
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