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2 e9 E% Z9 l9 s7 a( y- A% K8 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ~/ K9 C9 j5 ]9 c- v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " `- r! G6 i7 Z+ [$ u1 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 G/ q1 I R5 I7 s% `6 r2 V, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* B& [$ Z1 B" E; K+ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; _; s& r. }5 I' e0 U2 e* k) PHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 [& X& e3 R9 A" IHow you tried to set them free,
0 ^& T* _! @/ ]0 r7 M QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; s& _( i8 X# q1 o! Z8 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % N5 T! ?% ?* \/ U D' w- F: w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * w4 R7 M8 G B' n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; E- X6 k5 j! i7 _/ p. zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) [; K9 |9 a# P) w1 R9 m1 b
$ e8 v! _0 E8 X8 S' ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 z6 x% a5 T* O' a9 L1 f5 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 c7 q" L5 m3 q$ \* Y9 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; r1 h, s) a( i4 c; B
But I could have told you, Vincent, # p2 \3 u" U, {$ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g6 p5 s* j: a8 L! Q9 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ g& F, _0 g8 S$ B+ N7 T; NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S5 D& q; V2 @& oThe 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,
/ v/ Z% A0 B. n O% ?5 \4 b/ `4 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
: c% J E& F) DHow you tried to set them free, : r2 |+ y/ I' |9 K. n3 v- H+ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# }1 x+ H1 e( R; f3 e) H) pPerhaps they never will. |
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