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% h p8 c0 a! ?; d+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& l) K$ v. }2 N o* XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* u% C3 x3 x9 H1 m$ m9 j' X; r7 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- O% R$ b* \" M# m3 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 L# ]" K" f# m( @% Y0 k7 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z& ` a7 [# e( o0 ^' h3 s* JHow you suffered for you sanity, ( I4 R' `% l5 F) V+ P
How you tried to set them free, 9 R& ~2 g+ N* y$ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ~0 s% k. H7 R+ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; C0 R" P: C1 s7 P1 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ S) A* b! K1 I. V$ I8 v( S& FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
D; N/ x; } q7 V4 P9 I% @' o) JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 l" C- z6 G- a. w8 ^9 r! r9 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Y1 @6 j8 J8 E, y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + W) e9 S& P3 k5 t5 k) h3 T1 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' K! M/ h8 _& C" @3 W# @% X/ qBut I could have told you, Vincent, # U( }! N% _; z# n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 p3 P% C2 V# t# V, z9 N) FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & R( Y2 i0 U. ^+ r2 K; x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 s# R l7 H8 e2 u6 u* Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. E6 e8 ^6 O* C! KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 h# s6 G0 u2 ~8 D' e: |& P/ R7 s& [
How you suffered for you sanity, o2 o& J8 A( E- k3 x& b
How you tried to set them free,
$ e$ S7 C. `: F" R& OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ]9 Z0 m. ]1 [0 t/ A4 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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