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6 f+ H$ G* ?6 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; {6 Q2 d4 }, @4 w8 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Q4 p% N' i* c. ~1 h7 @/ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' \3 B, q$ e3 `1 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O1 [% D1 w9 r0 y; N5 r8 R2 s& n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ U6 R" {3 _+ o5 U! S4 {' r/ H! HHow you suffered for you sanity, ! V: B( L$ [9 }8 h; E6 p
How you tried to set them free, - y* F) Q$ {; u2 v4 q4 f" x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % W4 z9 a9 i# c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! s p' w! R! V4 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' j4 a4 H8 q3 w7 f* dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : z& i2 p7 t4 y6 h7 s$ L7 S( W
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, 7 i8 Y7 v$ ]& d4 s) g$ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Q' R; e& s2 ]) F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* f- v1 k3 j8 V" x. K* w: vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 g( ^4 n: g! M4 ^) G X5 y8 b9 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " v2 o+ G i$ T2 [1 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- R. H7 I# m% V0 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 M& K. e1 J: s) C0 f4 |0 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ~* w( g! R+ \5 Q U/ d/ u. @The 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, ( r* h' h/ ^" Q, M+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,/ e) \1 K7 z/ D |0 H
How you tried to set them free, H3 [! V! ]6 Z+ a2 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
n5 @% [3 r. c' X' i8 jPerhaps they never will. |
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