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- G9 j9 Y" r, w8 \! J# b- JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% q& ?( g7 @. hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 q+ V, L0 ?: q, N6 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 s o( i8 _" S6 M) L# dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Y. z0 U( j7 e9 m5 T {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* A& E3 _9 g8 m% |: I2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ j) D3 n0 H/ @+ VHow you tried to set them free, ) Y# h3 ^3 w6 S* n I2 {) s9 t; s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* v: q2 }% T9 G$ Z: v8 j# fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ G! D& R- {1 c3 C2 B7 P! y" ^# qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' {5 i( v. @( d# s9 |- ~6 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: i! m9 r6 {# f, U# YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% r/ _2 c! J# j, H* h6 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , }3 U7 P" m6 w4 g- B; A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 R1 U. Q% E) D$ }4 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 K3 ^% d" V! Z& \$ g' Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 `2 s4 @1 p: S2 S. x8 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 a* J, R( @' _. o, k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # a1 j: @5 R) w3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; G" i: C0 ]2 J% G1 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. a- b c' u2 J" l& N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 V( c" G7 X0 k7 i9 j+ V
How you suffered for you sanity,0 |8 K0 y* {, v4 ^6 K
How you tried to set them free,
0 _: D' Y+ x! x; p' m& SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 H% U9 j6 p4 t! ]- z3 K4 CPerhaps they never will. |
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