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3 h6 b! }7 s) d8 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( n0 o4 E' C+ t5 J% C1 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k' v6 E4 a5 I1 ~& D0 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 K7 j( t, I+ i( U ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 {: t0 _% ?: j! n& r- J5 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! W6 T4 c* N2 @1 b8 V. OHow you suffered for you sanity, * f; n7 t$ Y0 e: d( P5 Z
How you tried to set them free,
! @" u/ y: |; N5 F4 a( zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 T) H* t5 z) p' B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 x5 S$ V% O" e2 x3 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 {; ]* a6 h$ F! f0 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 B- H. @+ X( o9 H
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, 3 E* n/ r* c9 C9 ?- a6 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% N; ?4 F8 d' k* H% m4 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 f v& M( ?9 N1 I TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 T( z" v; X& ]# O/ H( W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 R' W" X5 T; e: ?8 E$ X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 y3 R4 d3 n8 q- Z$ H/ e4 t9 O6 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 G# _- M) U& M) h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : }+ _4 K) n5 ]8 u3 i& D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( x/ n6 i) @5 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) J, H4 o7 O9 c9 B9 b- I& ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 O0 s/ e$ X1 x( Y5 d8 _; I }How you tried to set them free,
; a0 R* t2 o6 x8 s* X( Y' fThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ }% ?: I6 C6 K. y |2 a$ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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