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7 d1 o% h# h) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b% q+ a, W' M$ m& F% CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * r$ X# ?1 a* s: i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 X7 d6 ]; _: X+ f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . m7 s( T8 J! H) @$ ?" F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, C9 Z; n+ D3 ]4 i1 k7 I6 h
How you suffered for you sanity, ) ^/ j# {2 f/ C. Y, x0 d5 t [! o
How you tried to set them free,
) z0 ?! X. d; {4 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Z# _$ n1 i) V1 J* }( E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g, Q+ ^6 O. \6 b7 d0 R6 H8 a5 K3 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( q3 y. i s: \; b4 p% j; vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% U0 `% d; I# _, m% X% m: V* f, HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , `" N! `6 Z" |' a5 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' E# @ ?' B* O3 C9 J/ e# K9 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 n3 i9 l5 f, a1 D4 h/ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & r. D. @: U4 m; ~) n T; I
But I could have told you, Vincent, . u) X7 C% T6 Y6 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: F- m( l7 ^/ ~# `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
b. Z# t2 A5 _. ?8 }# g oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ?8 Q* E. O+ s* r/ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K6 L7 P" b, J/ ~; n. v& I8 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 j8 z+ o/ ~7 X7 P' s" I% h; }( R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : U3 I4 v3 D! J8 {* I
How you suffered for you sanity,( a- @% G+ G3 U
How you tried to set them free, 0 t! I9 }' n& h5 h* F% h1 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 O* ]+ e( h; V: B8 vPerhaps they never will. |
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