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6 [+ m, j7 V* SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 j+ G0 `: K- S, ]2 G) r& f6 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' |' H3 J# t6 b$ X7 h( `# bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c4 v: B; j& f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 i- H4 L/ y* pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& y6 t. L. S2 R+ h1 s8 c$ G
How you suffered for you sanity, / A* M- e* N& x- k h
How you tried to set them free,
# }; {1 F& @/ ?/ j! ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) j' M5 T7 v! ^ I& t- `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) P* X) U+ |4 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, L/ m2 m: P6 b* V# |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 X! \! R# }6 { eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; N) [; i2 A6 ^1 X' I+ X2 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 I# i; u4 T" ~+ t$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# u" ` \" j% ~! s! J, B# YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * c5 ~) Z" C" z+ N: Q2 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' c$ w! Y7 u1 o9 |; j0 b4 ?( n( g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 j" {0 p3 J& l% l# ~8 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 c) o3 |0 b8 A. U# ^) pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ o Q: V! }" F K1 E
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,
8 D: S/ O+ r& B; a UHow you suffered for you sanity,6 A0 L4 d; U# D( c5 L8 j
How you tried to set them free, 0 Y: q5 U. ?7 d9 ?3 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 h! I8 o+ @* A3 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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