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! Y* K* t: T' S4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / T1 [7 w. u8 b4 ?& Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ]" f3 h+ O' f1 ]7 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 e9 R" \& ]3 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' N( j" z4 k) s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, S9 @4 h u; ]' z. UHow you suffered for you sanity,
) |7 G7 n( W0 @; iHow you tried to set them free,
! V5 l2 A( n8 D+ L0 ]8 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X! u" J5 |& V5 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , M' K% i/ a& X# k( s5 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + H9 X" ?5 v1 D3 S+ T5 x* t9 t ]3 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; u! Y- M% f. ]( Q) `$ z3 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; L; c- u5 r5 a" @+ U: eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ N, {7 o) C9 ?: bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # n% u" l( l: }/ Y3 Y' W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ |* M, _4 [2 [$ d9 N4 X0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% _. B8 u8 h8 e/ r, l" }% `& lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 v4 a1 y- O8 L: w# s$ v" |! Q `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) n* f: y, m% ]8 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : C& ~% X# _* i T, T2 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Y0 x0 T0 u/ Q6 `" yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 e7 ?) L+ j- ^- s# _+ J3 X) F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Y7 A9 y/ K U% R' LHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 u, C6 h8 C) H( q9 RHow you tried to set them free, : L7 ^" F+ l! M) L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 m: W7 d" I8 y' J' G) hPerhaps they never will. |
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