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4 A" U' c" O: m' r0 u6 p. cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, }0 |! f5 v X$ H( N4 v& J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 t% ~, t3 ~9 r6 _- U, c5 k- XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( _ e1 Q8 B- f- N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j3 P7 u' ^' O0 M b. I4 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ `. X/ B9 ]8 a1 R
How you suffered for you sanity, & `$ s+ f+ N3 p! ~7 ~' b
How you tried to set them free, 0 c, G+ [. {8 b! n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( D# ^" [" }9 l6 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # g( `$ {! l/ [" r4 F/ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& O- t+ c$ j4 K/ t* H2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' v: H/ V5 {) A8 U, m
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,
7 n1 |8 J' S! a5 p# g& IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. T& m- s! w9 I$ u; Z: jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- d$ d; h Q- m, F' A( ~& |# sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ f; N) z2 G/ _1 |( MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ?$ J: {$ j, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 y% M# t" Q$ k7 W& C' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : M/ U$ v. f# F4 T- a/ [$ I# k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 |: q8 O; V) U c( u; F+ g6 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( W- M+ y- K/ i* W6 G. R
How you suffered for you sanity,( L" Q5 C; M2 U ^$ |
How you tried to set them free, . f1 p. O/ Q$ L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 c- p5 Y3 A: G2 Y! W2 oPerhaps they never will. |
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