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' j* R( L# X6 G+ a+ d' j) K2 d4 C4 y( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 a4 r2 y9 t7 Y' ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - J1 G: \% _! D: R7 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* v& \% X9 B- }7 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ U% U5 u- n, L9 e" {5 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ Y% l3 m( O" Q U) T; ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
R, z e# I3 s% @How you tried to set them free, # T2 ~( b8 }" X+ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 J4 D+ l0 n: S* |% P) V* ^3 a' U( zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 @1 n" A& q! q7 t8 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ^4 W g1 F* x( G( R3 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, X! M/ ?0 x+ A0 t5 G0 d- D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # B! ^* C/ ^ g Z, f: \ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# [( {6 Y$ O3 @) z3 ]; H! ?, }, dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* Z( V8 t$ x b. R( r) RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 X y% a5 S. M4 v, Q3 M5 w2 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 e/ g8 |- L) s, \3 d# Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ^& @! V& _4 t9 o Y! u% O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' b7 S$ m7 g2 w( M+ W1 U% aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ?4 E/ c- t( R" J: H; IThe 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,
2 G/ e/ T8 D% p+ C. gHow you suffered for you sanity,# i: S' ]1 @$ K; ]: D
How you tried to set them free, 2 f/ @1 R0 f; o$ g( h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# [0 S) V! h! E6 A; W3 N. IPerhaps they never will. |
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