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6 z9 v4 Q9 x+ A/ @, q- U7 E* {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ A! ]2 C( v1 x' G1 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 U& B7 d0 a: T; L% aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 ?+ y* z4 |% r) N. X4 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 J' _0 z$ K' Y( n; F: I* y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; U6 w& h% G, Y' Z) {0 uHow you suffered for you sanity, ! z! @% ~1 n1 I+ K' n
How you tried to set them free, [0 v0 p$ ?6 g7 ^$ v3 G4 f* y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. p3 |* m" g' f( N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 P$ H1 O0 |) a0 V8 I3 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' I3 X* x' K& @) r. u4 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 [9 b0 L4 ?3 Q4 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 _: W8 o" D( s* V2 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ o8 O& R. j* D6 k% qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 j. J0 m# @1 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# z9 g$ M" d. b U+ F* e7 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 u0 U; m) |) Y- h' `! V1 ]! ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& q1 O1 _4 h$ ^- @& _0 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Q1 F! T0 U4 }! k# |. W3 b+ O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! D: n9 r9 V# k2 ^( UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 A$ r$ X. X+ M: O, F8 t i6 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 j- v8 v( W ] R* }How you suffered for you sanity,
) X0 N9 y! S; |9 g2 UHow you tried to set them free,
# W+ w- T, \9 P4 B9 v- e/ g lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 R: R% t/ i9 x& k+ ^6 W# L0 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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