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) O- V9 K- d$ cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % l ]& p# G& P9 C \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - X$ [# _& ]# u) {4 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ n, v" R8 Z7 a( J+ i; \& O' V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ n. E9 Z O X2 n1 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 F* g; E; g0 F( i9 E% ^7 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
' K- j' ?% _" l3 P8 kHow you tried to set them free, : J- I) Z% n( S6 |' p: y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. M6 A+ T) x" L- T7 B9 x# a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; m0 k+ e% i2 b4 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ @8 _6 U. x# \' k2 v! m/ K5 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : V: c2 ~* i9 |/ p3 \( a( E& \
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,
; N: ^2 f. O: O) |4 ]: {7 m9 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ q- a* z$ k3 V& R$ U! t% cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ e/ A% h$ s, b5 P4 j) I, _- OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 }9 T. [) M7 v% O" f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o4 j0 |. G# X0 P8 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [' s3 W1 I% ? r4 ~: B1 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# N1 r( s6 {2 N2 S, AThe 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, ) |" M/ S$ Q. |( T v! j1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,, F% w; j) A: K I, [; T$ V9 H
How you tried to set them free, ( m1 B, p- E9 ^/ `
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( _: G4 U4 w! q' N- L
Perhaps they never will. |
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