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2 `8 b' o( \. f$ S5 S4 f4 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 c0 t& h( P4 y( \ S( B0 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, K' Y" ?# H lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ [1 b I4 `- TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 {: d, _" y* M6 [9 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,( k* c5 I2 D' A+ g9 T5 {$ i
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 n) O, d6 Z O; E: k) |How you tried to set them free,
6 H% ~# f D! D4 Q% iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 s0 K& w8 _ B+ ]9 A" sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ }/ Q. O& B9 F1 v3 Y; lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " d6 }" b9 y0 \+ m, A7 h5 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, `9 y+ W; _$ R# D9 T8 SWeathered 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, 1 p5 V* c2 j4 Y7 p: s# G! A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ~4 H8 U$ S2 N3 r! ?9 t. u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 w' ?: B' s. ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 B/ h: y0 L9 A! U( e# UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ J; `9 |) s* ^% {! X3 p& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: t1 {2 L$ X/ y CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % G% K$ r# ^8 |& J% _3 E
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,
6 _+ E w, h$ {# w4 ^) b; ^, PHow you suffered for you sanity,# g: X' V& j D8 a; _7 b
How you tried to set them free, 2 e8 a$ o* I" X) T: s. b6 d% L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Z1 X' V/ N3 |+ H8 C9 k3 M! ]Perhaps they never will. |
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