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+ y+ F5 O* a2 l0 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ R8 W' V9 |# x5 c1 a- s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 D: R0 N5 D0 }- d t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 T- ]% h5 U, R1 e% }/ {8 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; g7 J0 X- J- I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& c" d- [( S' R1 L# z4 \! |
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 Q0 {- Z6 |" Z2 c
How you tried to set them free,
3 H& E2 ~4 s) N) _& ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j7 o/ H9 J- x) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; X+ ]! q Z3 V; O- t+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Y ?/ b/ T' e0 U3 y( h2 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. i$ l! \- O+ b" W# C) V1 N2 ^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,
. n& F I0 t1 o, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 V5 @# E5 O4 j" c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" U& k4 v1 T$ T3 N; [But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ U3 q$ A$ l9 h# f6 B- T1 N+ M! B1 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 e Q2 ~+ {, r" c; d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! A6 U& a# |/ hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( P5 [4 |1 I5 e2 _; f: X; wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) d9 G9 K4 ?# \' R/ `+ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : a4 e& o; Y. C- m3 C; F( R/ q% n5 [0 q& P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; d" e% [; w5 [& j( |9 }1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ {2 f: Z- \; |( a% k( B4 u6 SHow you tried to set them free, 7 ^* m( e w) i) p
They would not listen they're not listening still, - r; A1 A# A8 ^& e/ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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