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9 P$ U5 V6 F9 h9 C! R) b! q# ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * N0 }2 q4 M( F. r( v4 h/ U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* n7 ^: ?% A5 F, d# JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* R; V* x8 _ u: s$ k( Y4 g& ]# j FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& i7 D q: |1 l1 ^7 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ g d. n( a4 @5 G
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 I! v% T+ @, K
How you tried to set them free,
- @* {1 Y/ _+ x5 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ }3 x/ }- ?# T3 w1 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
E+ Z! Q: j$ _3 j% Q, `( {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 B5 C+ d/ i# KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& o9 a7 l' k1 _6 E2 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 S, u. R' T5 g, x/ Y& \ U0 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) t- U) l# Q5 G( M2 N. jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + g+ A e: q1 c& u9 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. O5 t5 `9 v' [0 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. M* ?! a9 T( ]7 l% g5 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & V. y% W K0 ~5 o0 W4 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / C9 D! S3 O( V9 n) x a2 V' t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 V: F, c1 r O+ ~( B( Z8 A2 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) @* \$ U, m. {2 Y* X8 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 e, ]9 S1 J# e/ [1 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- w) S0 [3 W: j2 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ]! _. S1 h2 m, y2 ^. mHow you tried to set them free, ) R( l% {; l: J/ k Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 a: M$ J1 C- _Perhaps they never will. |
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