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3 j! `( K' C6 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 v5 {9 X3 R; T W6 A1 r' D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 H% B* C G) b: xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% o* d+ @7 J' U% H, d) F: DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 C* P7 H: H, G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( y4 M$ e" d0 M5 ]9 q: mHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 P# P- w, k# I' a2 T: L9 l yHow you tried to set them free, 2 Z$ O3 D$ T* C( M5 C. D7 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Q, b d" ]7 ^; S( W2 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 d+ X" s3 W; [9 e& a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! h! w: Y+ W/ W7 P/ b% l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 j/ W' h" n; G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ~' J& i) u+ y) v" E( E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 s' n1 O( \2 ]2 h0 }% I5 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # u |+ D2 J, E4 ^2 j( a- q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 E4 o1 T9 x5 Q& H' F# h8 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Z# P) T, b8 a# U* HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" |9 K. S4 H* `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) P( M8 ~& ?6 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- x8 z! q% Q7 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# c0 ~+ S/ d1 E$ hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; E2 ]! y" f! [/ N! ^ b
How you suffered for you sanity,; t$ {! O% o, [: Y/ k( w" b6 b
How you tried to set them free,
4 k* u# g0 l) zThey would not listen they're not listening still, % M6 A0 k4 O9 o+ E( C: A1 c8 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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