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, a( w' e% r4 {$ q2 {5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' S, F. E% s% u0 a/ V J4 u& e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( _+ R: p1 I2 @2 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n; O1 u% ^% |& p3 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + h% a% [7 W/ }/ l9 ~7 m6 @ C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) b6 X% |# O' x0 \4 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
! [ K9 Q# I, [: M+ G- {/ b( `3 Z. GHow you tried to set them free,
/ b) R8 U* _. i6 Y- {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 o' x9 R& [& F& F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) q+ y" ]/ I6 \$ q f/ ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ w& f( v9 |3 C3 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 x9 Z# o- B$ p. Z! [
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,
, Y9 L& K" }. g0 i, c/ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 D1 u& F# y$ T. G" b/ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 R- O" Z% J* _0 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; o7 o5 H' F3 y* NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ?$ q4 k+ |9 M6 [8 f- gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % h7 Q% @- @ S( D& z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Q5 Z3 f! o4 ^0 c7 G2 j. m! oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 R" j% M0 l$ |! o, }8 v% \; w; V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) l' w$ p2 I O2 b$ U8 m5 R6 R0 x. J
How you suffered for you sanity,1 @$ J! U; k& }5 p
How you tried to set them free, 0 ], a/ Q: }4 O O2 N2 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( Z" `' x/ \: [7 IPerhaps they never will. |
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