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7 g# t, p% z" ?/ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 V9 J# j: M( ^8 ]2 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ^5 p4 b- a. K1 p% e7 U$ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: V5 Q: E$ L2 a- g4 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - {& K* n7 D5 q" I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 x2 V+ d: h' l" M' hHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 E2 x/ {# _+ Z: dHow you tried to set them free,
3 s; N- k+ x$ e( f% `5 \$ L0 ?, IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 G; n" x" `2 Z3 k7 B3 p$ x5 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 M* \+ L1 w. @8 B" _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . [( c# t4 Q6 X6 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j! r! S& B- }' T+ I, \
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,
% y3 n+ m ?- V5 r$ ]: e4 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 j$ d1 G" H2 H# v+ ^, N( A; X2 X3 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 Q5 J4 s( W8 C \8 T7 j' nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# b( e& \8 x0 j, AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # W# @, A+ V8 v, j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, f& t3 i3 L# T( d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 _- t5 C" B" ~ l+ d1 R8 c& A3 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % n3 T0 I" r6 n6 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 z' ?- b( g7 }, z: R
( Q/ y, V- E( R/ bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) c$ t9 p% Q" S- h* U( fHow you suffered for you sanity,1 F) p4 B- N8 K% c
How you tried to set them free, 1 F' r& M h+ i O' }# ^2 ]5 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, . p) O* L* A; s3 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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