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6 }& }) f2 d4 L9 O+ H; t& [5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 n9 x; y, F& Z% ^% p ~& C2 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * |+ w& W S: {3 L* R# O0 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& s: s; R! ?, z3 l% R; c6 \) V0 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( j" q G! c0 O$ y& M6 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 h. J+ t Z+ `, u6 n+ E' HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ p0 ?* U5 F8 x. \How you tried to set them free, 7 ]- e. b+ H+ d3 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : i* X. [. ~. ~2 g6 h5 e8 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. r& k2 H# \8 ^. zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N' I, ?! b& h' v6 K5 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 ~" s0 u6 n r- K, e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! G* z% b2 R+ z1 u4 s8 |$ c0 ?/ YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ @. s0 A$ S! _+ g" G; w! nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : n' R" O/ L# f& m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , W; r/ h& |" z1 \& W h y4 x3 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, / K w" Y3 e# ~; }0 l& r4 D- W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 r5 b+ h0 @1 y" e7 R: N! W FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* G4 y2 n) C8 T+ L1 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ]3 i2 b9 {5 a/ W. G1 u$ vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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A' m' O2 ^2 c. g/ [! H# HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ n1 a9 K* a. d% P5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,/ W' K/ h7 f: H5 b q
How you tried to set them free,
. a) i. n% @# ^+ K N! NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) S. s* I" n) r! L
Perhaps they never will. |
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