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! b. m- h" h4 j7 F% }2 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- g2 v0 j8 ^& r5 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ W% S& a& Z8 r. u1 I# P' jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# j; n5 _" V# h3 K) I2 v! R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Z$ |$ j4 K/ ]/ X4 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- Q: {6 |/ j' N# z; C' m, ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
! T" m0 m- G" {! W' eHow you tried to set them free,
2 } w, E* o6 O# j" l( c! RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. m6 F y7 u3 v }( w6 _, _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * V, S- @ [: O& L9 Q% z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. o; a- ?5 X( H" SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) B0 O. f2 P0 sWeathered 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,
' b. X: F C. T5 T: c5 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& J( q5 s0 W1 ]* O& L0 K3 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 \* \) ]" ?# P! W/ W3 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, . E. @2 }% b+ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : I6 X: x4 }9 F% j4 R- U! y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 e- {9 l* h! O Y2 t% S! i# y/ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; q5 d) K4 ?. L4 _( k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, L: o; s! k0 b' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& L( I& r4 c& @: I) V# d p3 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 B. }: E- p6 s) b
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 i! j4 X7 @* @How you tried to set them free,
. ~2 {$ ?5 L" l# G( [) ~: _They would not listen they're not listening still,
* L4 X1 T; r0 C! k% \6 b& TPerhaps they never will. |
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