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2 I0 ]0 H9 h7 I! ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + }7 t, H3 }+ g G/ j, L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# W- V8 E. { o4 n3 X l4 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. O/ o# {; G1 Y9 a. z7 b2 ?5 R5 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' e8 }/ K$ d; p( j( ~5 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 z7 [' f* r: L5 h' z6 R0 O3 C+ p0 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
* I9 b! }) a& t7 q0 jHow you tried to set them free, 9 Y$ u/ i* c7 N& B# Y# g. F" l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 e+ C! M; U% M5 {3 S) MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O, |0 ]4 Y, r+ M4 e/ b1 m9 ?4 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 b+ B$ H7 b* jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 g# p, R3 Z# T6 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 {) E2 e0 z# m( E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 X2 o# X7 q# T1 z! U* }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) E% ^) @4 s! F7 P$ c d' Y0 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% A' p/ X) |/ Z; OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. W' x8 C9 h9 X# g( mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 d2 q; L* Z- f8 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 C8 q$ d, V3 G$ X- T( V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / |& c" p) r2 e/ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; U! p* H- {: O6 B+ Y8 h& N) t+ O6 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* a6 w7 o# d6 V+ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
! p# Q# Z' P! {% M6 h. xHow you tried to set them free,
7 z+ c- ]9 o$ m5 ^2 h) }They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 }% E# L* U) U
Perhaps they never will. |
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