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5 R9 h! u$ f3 `3 b' J5 |( {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # T8 `' r/ u3 V4 @3 w5 Q+ \" ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 w1 |0 H. N4 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, G6 _7 R. `" s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: k' b1 Q1 o/ x7 f+ P* V; uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! O& h1 n1 m' {/ ^. ~ c' z7 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
; k1 A, m% x4 J( M# WHow you tried to set them free, 5 x+ Q/ E/ ^- l6 `( Z. B* F% g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) `' h1 S1 R _! U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ n1 s) r8 H( u$ x$ H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Q% `. j4 x0 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / e8 ^! ]" J# t; L- x
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,
. ]2 Z$ W6 T2 u2 {, fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # G' u% u, m; M1 f& m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / c3 p- a6 m3 P/ N* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, P, }: b. q7 q: L1 j9 g) @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . V. G2 g. i. Q5 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + a X! r% {+ v" D5 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 G& j$ r" c$ ?0 H5 N! K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; x% A# L& c( ?# {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ R" g% g0 Q6 m5 [* yHow you suffered for you sanity,: e& N& O1 t) ^5 B# u
How you tried to set them free,
( U) z7 ]1 {- nThey would not listen they're not listening still, / g& C- x7 n/ }% |3 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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