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9 `9 v1 ?% z a6 t$ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / q& D) [$ ^. y& X3 c! D! }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 v/ D, [; S5 e) O0 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 A5 ~* F3 b! }: V4 L# D1 P2 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
~( O8 m2 P. B1 ~) JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( x5 f. M2 k% g; [1 C U( K
How you suffered for you sanity,
* g! Z7 d, d- j4 y' H) QHow you tried to set them free,
; W9 H) P- {6 ~$ s5 r) r: GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ S; a- P0 ~- o& WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# N4 \6 d7 {8 |8 w0 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) K4 Y4 x0 E0 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ?: z- M0 F8 \9 \" p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # j2 T+ Y. E! l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 H) X/ _0 t) uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: i, m5 W, i; d% g' n; n$ v1 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 `% _1 k- b$ o( ]; GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 W" V; F, Z) f6 R% f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ I; Z- p* a+ L3 Q4 Q/ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. t+ H" R( I4 F b# W. O0 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 r7 Z0 J6 v# _2 a3 t/ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 y5 P7 s0 l& TThe 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,
! i& q }" w5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
' M2 e \% [ z) Z$ KHow you tried to set them free, 3 L+ N' F# |9 k( ?2 l% [
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ v9 I, P/ Y" `; e* D
Perhaps they never will. |
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