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/ W/ Y: ?5 R0 i. R1 q! XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ X+ I) ]" A& g9 \5 X- P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 y& l1 H' j) I, y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 D6 ]" j6 {& }2 M( l# W& z& LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ T& ~6 \& e/ T4 e$ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& b; ~4 U: ^+ n/ V0 G+ D; N3 D# y
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 m6 S/ w D! q) V9 U- r! Y
How you tried to set them free, , L$ {& n ]& _- M! r- i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 N1 j- f7 ~6 q2 U2 ^- mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: }( ^, s+ \( K: \1 j) @) zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& d4 C2 b! m3 Z5 Z6 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y( R( Q9 u0 W, ^9 Q6 N- D# ? G
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,
2 a) R2 ~. ?# V0 L1 O' i+ CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ X1 V- _" x: G9 Q' }" O: } F6 Y- A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ `% c+ O5 g, i N6 O( k& W: A( KBut I could have told you, Vincent, : Z8 U, Y0 B }1 \1 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Y6 g" k+ A/ \; J6 U/ E5 o/ t+ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; F9 K) G% ~6 G& q/ P4 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 n3 x( s n+ b0 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 D! F3 J) |9 g* v& j) C& r
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,
! P3 b4 _" G6 X3 v" a0 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q7 a q, A m2 Y& G! sHow you tried to set them free, " G' q* B& L* a6 r) }9 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 s. y- a$ b' X- V$ dPerhaps they never will. |
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