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- x; O/ B( E0 c1 r6 \8 r6 L+ u; dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : g0 w5 z o/ B* u) j) n# c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
g v# [4 Q/ j8 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ b, ?7 ]( o7 ^- {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : M9 f" H/ Y3 J' l" E" L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 q0 H8 v+ _; Q3 _! \- ^How you suffered for you sanity, . Z7 m9 t0 K( C5 ^ `2 c1 X+ H
How you tried to set them free,
. L6 t7 O" v# [ X7 h$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) m( ]7 e; B* F4 Q% w8 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 r+ Y. s9 @/ C, o# W7 E+ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @* [/ @) c0 M0 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , z2 W" a+ h/ U8 s" L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 y* T4 \1 J- I7 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 C6 C1 F# n3 u8 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) }8 L$ V0 D9 h" N" h5 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# u7 }( w/ L$ q" d/ S8 p9 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' I6 o, q( e) K# L6 g( Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" X0 V9 [. h/ o7 `4 e; K( {0 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ c/ W. k, e, o! m: ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 k/ n2 ^/ j+ y J W5 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . q1 w3 u: f; `$ K8 i$ F( R" X' c V
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, V& ?4 }* ^2 r% m2 @# B
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N- F" D+ l% U! i& W1 y1 CHow you tried to set them free, ~7 I; Q/ ~! c: G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 u8 D E* M: n6 H/ z5 O+ cPerhaps they never will. |
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