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! k. K% L0 o2 Y, mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, E. L" z5 i* i# P( t! ^9 j- s7 k* P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 B5 `& D% L8 s( R! x3 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# z+ Z- C' p: w: u" _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 s( I1 g; F4 w7 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 k- x3 @/ R# N, V! Z }6 [. r1 z
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 Y, F7 p# f! J# M0 j. `
How you tried to set them free, ! w; Z9 O0 O+ O, U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# g, c' C, h* N( _6 `4 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! T6 f% u$ o4 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ?! B6 U! D I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 N+ K X5 ?( O6 U6 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& p L* ?3 S1 m2 m' J' gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 A/ {# O' i2 @) F8 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % a* @ r" y. S# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! V9 K, z- K) E5 F1 E! O0 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, / [$ n3 K5 \8 A+ E5 U, R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 P0 G4 i% @( B1 a/ E, a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
{* ?8 }, J; [. NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; F$ z* |; p) k5 @% ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 p9 r$ w9 {! S8 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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R# T! Z( T; m, C( dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ?' |% v1 N' F* Q9 X: pHow you suffered for you sanity,9 j4 ~1 Z& S: V4 C
How you tried to set them free, 2 Z+ P* M3 Z0 P0 U( c5 c
They would not listen they're not listening still, : n1 b7 Q' M# S, \! _
Perhaps they never will. |
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