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9 z1 G$ b6 P( `& m, Y. SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 X$ H! l i) H/ q* X# y2 t! ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 f! K7 n- g; m- n4 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 f% c7 O9 Y" ]. ]7 Z/ Y6 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: x" N9 w4 ~6 B1 r# [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 G/ Q1 q, T6 G$ H- j/ |1 uHow you suffered for you sanity, . c, I* t6 d8 A- i% @; I' g
How you tried to set them free, , o S# x1 N$ I4 D4 B- C7 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 z% k6 x1 ~ S$ D7 X& T( {. I0 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . F- j- I3 }& d5 P0 Q5 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 k, M# K* G* L8 v7 ]8 @0 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * u3 ]( O( ?) I8 z" |& S
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,
6 g( M/ o; N# t5 ?; L% V5 H$ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ y9 _) w; \* r _8 L, IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! m: J& O" o6 U! \" l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 M) Y9 O4 E4 _& M0 J& v4 C& [4 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; e5 e: l- ~, C) |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % K/ u5 H6 W1 V; A: m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 I8 C" {1 F4 J# ~' ?$ X/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 e" z0 X" q3 g' t, `9 E* ^1 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y5 ?9 W' B9 ~. ~8 m" Q/ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 F+ y4 p4 p: N l; G' L7 ?How you tried to set them free, - m2 ], y* X2 `# S
They would not listen they're not listening still, Y8 u6 k( G& v3 W. T+ [: M
Perhaps they never will. |
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