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7 @7 L$ w5 g5 l, k5 M) [9 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" q$ A% Z) X; w W/ i$ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Z1 x" A& L0 V1 p# r. v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y. M f1 R6 E( {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ L& Q$ |. m+ F( n! U& @% UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. i: h1 h3 @7 D8 j/ q
How you suffered for you sanity, }! c$ T7 }6 R3 q
How you tried to set them free, , c: g* I. @* k7 T! O3 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % y8 W5 q# K8 _' s; @, |' ~4 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 o. m6 ?' J" q. t8 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 d9 o0 M6 o8 `) o5 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 Y) { S6 ?7 @% Z2 k1 J1 wWeathered 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,
* C( T" t( W3 _$ {. O0 U) f" SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* q- K8 G) R& N8 v/ AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + ^6 G3 `3 L9 `, w) C" R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' w3 m0 R8 V7 ~! hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; a& @6 S6 ?. ]2 p( n! s( X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 Z6 |& _; a. \- J" S8 C, JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - o, i* H* ~ x' e% N/ q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i, N7 j0 Y; V; h/ Q& j4 @
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,
6 L: y! M: ~& D- e9 D: s+ |) PHow you suffered for you sanity,
; l) K# u$ m \. Q& d0 RHow you tried to set them free, & [. v" J: V' F ~# ^4 `4 ^# [! `4 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 E) i# N4 d; A1 p" P" HPerhaps they never will. |
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