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6 Y! [8 u0 a' _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + o( j" V0 k( c" C# P* U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- d% I/ ?" O" F; ?( @3 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 m" T4 @# M5 q6 k! G0 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Y" P, V5 \. ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ O; P: i/ d/ ~% nHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 b& F% }# h) h9 x' Y; i% [
How you tried to set them free, 8 O/ M1 ]2 L* \: q) @: J* N L3 b B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" e* z+ q" @. TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( _/ b R5 s% I g2 u( g1 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 k( `, U) [9 n- }* Q+ ?& `# |0 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 x: k S$ I( p1 C) U$ P" P3 rWeathered 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, 7 |+ w9 l/ d0 u8 o- E) I, v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b" t; i/ ~1 X9 e8 v% a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, f. ^( E4 ?* P* SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 _2 G% w' F) y( IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' H8 a4 o5 r. l9 ~6 ~9 j" GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; x# q/ h( ^! g: {7 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " P0 g6 Y+ t3 G6 I4 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ a& F, j2 b1 C1 X9 g# I7 Q; u9 h
How you suffered for you sanity,. e2 m) c- Y' ]. L4 x$ c- y+ o
How you tried to set them free,
F* a! K5 Y' M) X7 C4 H' ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
* O1 V0 u3 Q, \1 }1 `# ePerhaps they never will. |
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