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2 K( u. i, F9 a# Y0 i6 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 l4 J9 L7 r9 `% F0 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; a% a/ E3 C5 D9 u0 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* @3 S$ f7 ?7 W! u8 {4 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 s5 |% a1 p1 r# [# `% ^: R8 R$ q5 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 j" q1 y4 d( v+ x" vHow you suffered for you sanity, ; X! p" Y" u) j1 [6 i1 z1 T
How you tried to set them free, ) p% h- k9 E8 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- U0 D8 p+ e3 U+ B1 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + J& _! O0 Y5 f+ p8 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % \7 K- m1 B2 t( O j" E$ p3 s/ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ?! r* }7 m6 ^# H: d+ P& NWeathered 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,
( `! w$ I) i6 E8 k- ~, bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( N6 Y0 r! I! z7 k+ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + x! F9 l4 F- `0 ~3 v& f. W' W$ O5 J. D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* z9 P$ o) b4 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ m. l, I1 y& o/ `7 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : b' v5 D; ]; I4 @! H& m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & L# L: {5 Y! J0 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. v, Q! _- ^( `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 m) ?5 E# \+ h! f
How you suffered for you sanity,/ ~1 O) k) k5 [$ [/ I# g# S* j
How you tried to set them free, / l( C+ P, O! v0 M( `$ t: U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& l1 I$ t! i* T5 w& jPerhaps they never will. |
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