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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J0 p- }( `4 V& A7 X9 C' p/ O) V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + q1 A; r; k8 G$ ?( @5 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ J9 W2 L0 Q6 U6 P9 K! UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & l# T* y. l' Y+ T3 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 w* b p( X( h9 l. `How you suffered for you sanity, / Y! p. E& Q0 y3 _
How you tried to set them free,
& z3 B7 {4 l$ k: q4 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# A7 n2 e1 F+ ^( gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 @# u5 M! ]* F. d& L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 I1 n8 v% `" G8 x, T- C3 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & q- ]- X- G( z H) {2 B
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,
4 e) L2 @# _ p% @: ]+ Q2 X/ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 o! ]) m; B0 M5 k1 ~! H) WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' G u% h. @& o3 q" p+ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, : w0 d9 l: D& A; B6 @, ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & M @, O; |! c# K' j$ [; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 `1 V$ O* U# h3 g; a' cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( @$ i1 i: D+ E- {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* r3 V( l- M0 a* w3 H5 u6 M2 k$ f0 Z: VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 o1 v9 K7 v4 b! m9 r8 ]8 E0 S9 b) |How you suffered for you sanity,
) b2 [, M9 M* E, M- e. uHow you tried to set them free, ' }: F% [2 R, x* G1 {& \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 D6 f, z4 K5 J, U6 [: O
Perhaps they never will. |
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