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% L6 ]- i1 F# S+ }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 w! H( h" J+ p4 E, Z' b F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + O- @6 _' }& \5 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 O; W$ j8 O! C8 U3 b% v C$ q5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 L5 L( i; v: V. y7 u# A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% `' ]4 J: o5 h$ ]/ `* lHow you suffered for you sanity,
* l i2 E4 d2 G9 d7 r/ eHow you tried to set them free, ) p* M8 h& H) v! p) L- T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( C) p% W6 V) K: g: |- C" ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & a. [9 b/ F7 l* `) i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^6 G* j) W& X6 V9 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q( `7 Y, O& V, H( Y5 `8 s/ ?
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,
5 U' X8 M+ [$ W, uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ^$ _+ \4 A/ |/ k+ m$ Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, \6 c& a0 e1 i3 v# GBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; I2 _# W+ u% P) }% x3 F F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' q% t3 _7 s" T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 X# x$ N K, \+ \2 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Q, ~/ S, p# E7 W9 H) B; J, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Q' e- Q+ c! t1 y! P X
The 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,
$ E1 |4 ~+ n9 w7 ^How you suffered for you sanity,$ ?; G3 w2 j0 C$ P9 l, ?4 G
How you tried to set them free, / _1 ]& P1 J/ r/ @! g. g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 z c! j0 r" [: M$ KPerhaps they never will. |
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