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3 D5 u6 c+ N( E9 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , g" @# N0 z" c! _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( I9 V8 U5 E0 `# Z; K' \/ l# HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% w7 m$ Q5 q! k& F; m, d7 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! H f- n7 @& Y2 F$ M! QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 F C% |& `) C% d7 t' J1 B8 ^$ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
, t) c( j. R0 V6 r3 RHow you tried to set them free,
1 j7 Z) b8 E/ \; Y h% P) LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # E! F0 v* K8 a1 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 C' N$ i( t+ r" i3 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' D' l, U/ P) `* O3 O& }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, g4 B( ]0 C% ]& M
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,
; Q3 y# ~$ M& C/ d2 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. R( t& W7 }* Y" f$ W. Y+ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; o R, h) k& Y* w" @6 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, ; `: Z" F: C# m# k4 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! y$ C0 r) ? {: h, z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % x, a* |" d7 ]8 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 f0 a' W* f* b- [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% a5 r9 p( r4 [: CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% E4 }7 ], v' }7 [' B- S" iHow you suffered for you sanity,. y: C4 c0 y0 u
How you tried to set them free, 3 W0 r3 N# w$ Z7 {7 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" l- m% g- L& w# i2 A. ?Perhaps they never will. |
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