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7 m3 s+ m" A/ S0 d* x! dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, l8 D* D! ?9 s `5 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, k. Z( n( Q1 ?" V A* N0 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( B/ m9 M- `8 C/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ?$ U3 o" e% P) k& J/ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. u( l( D6 d7 W P8 Y0 |3 |$ p$ [7 a
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 d+ i, U+ _0 Q3 U$ C) Q
How you tried to set them free, 6 Q6 O3 y# e& l7 [$ n, b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - `4 }9 E; @: P& I( x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# J2 L8 z, o6 K q* u3 Q) JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 I) j1 e( D5 c+ @; D# g7 `/ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 z$ x/ a4 C7 j' _+ n) h) @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ V9 S( Z# g+ Q" a! n/ G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( |- r9 O. L) I+ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 |% M) y/ t m- N1 V( BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . W% }( X+ k: O7 i, F& [
But I could have told you, Vincent, + y3 M# ^% T0 S( H* C# x6 n! c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! H$ E2 Y; s$ ^ B" ?6 R# D8 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 o" Z6 G$ }7 \5 n/ V* {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: D( D8 k5 ^% q7 o# Z" e( iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q& W/ @& a& I& S2 `$ u$ K6 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # S/ d: n; s+ O! T+ y3 r6 K
( Z' l) @, l# GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - C h9 P$ B: B* c. J' p% v# Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% J* n, T' |) g0 bHow you tried to set them free, # X* E; O1 t# J4 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ v$ k0 C2 M% E' TPerhaps they never will. |
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