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; Z& B! j) D3 d; G' y2 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, j$ I R# f4 O P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . H; S! Q6 P% D! J& ~5 \( q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% }3 U9 [' T, |4 |+ ]# [7 J' m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; f7 Y m0 C! R; K- Q# [" q; a8 I- |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# w+ Q) C# ^+ @5 h! r
How you suffered for you sanity, * a- B& Q( v3 ~) k) e# q' m
How you tried to set them free, $ i0 t. s* |9 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ n8 Y7 R: O \6 C, Q, [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 o* ] |7 e' T8 G9 q) ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ w) e) U" J6 E" z% SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; A7 L2 k: j8 g0 N0 X; b
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,
, y1 |# z! N7 _! C* o7 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 G" \: S- d7 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Y3 {8 Q4 W' E( W; f3 [/ RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 x9 ]5 H) {+ ~4 ?$ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' h4 r. I. E$ b, l; ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Z4 Y7 Y' c0 B5 ~& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 U- i) f0 l2 ]6 E& i( YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 l) R3 ]/ |! f; s: pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 R h. { B0 e* S/ @6 j& q1 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 B7 \* Y' b- Z, d: D. h- EHow you suffered for you sanity, z8 s0 K [% W! |
How you tried to set them free, 7 j/ Z F1 Z5 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, : n3 c8 u$ N* B! {% Y$ q2 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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