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& j6 _9 w3 [8 n/ {9 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : q ]" r G" d- h" e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - R! e3 y G" l: N' \5 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# O2 |' b8 M" M9 T# Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( o5 O* Y9 ~1 j( Y0 d. o4 Z. y$ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- x5 e7 `- i$ M: L5 ]* W
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 d$ x& q% @3 [9 ^
How you tried to set them free, 6 W/ j0 G( A- ?2 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : d9 [9 I' U; ^2 H2 Z8 g( v# `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 P, w1 [( r. B; `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' K d/ J' o8 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : D8 Q M: b; b$ @0 h3 x' @
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,
9 f9 J% w9 _" F1 a( P2 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) W5 c" w9 V8 q+ ^1 K1 l5 S4 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - e+ V f% ]* m" S3 J# p9 A- ^! b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 C/ h" X( f" N% M- Q" _: C# `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( R. u4 Z8 U9 A& m% RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & N- ^$ q* T8 O! A- e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ l2 d* c+ n6 S2 }$ v) CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 `# B/ ?1 T) A! UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% i' s% E3 p8 ` O* n- |! KHow you suffered for you sanity,
. d5 t7 s* p5 P* pHow you tried to set them free, , L* J& H& G. t" |+ w3 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
S! `& H: y( t/ f. o+ ^ UPerhaps they never will. |
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