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6 [6 q4 U6 d" q+ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 n' p- o6 v5 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 e( A: Y5 {) ]9 V5 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* J$ N9 t9 ?& Y' \* M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: n) ]3 U8 r' [& m7 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, m$ _' Q( y% g6 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
- J' m& O" e+ s, `4 o, bHow you tried to set them free, ) ?0 w- S. K7 j7 b. L2 }1 t$ M6 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 X' x1 D6 O2 ~9 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ F. d- a* D0 C' z% tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- E! C' j, L4 _+ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& h: ^7 c/ {9 p3 s! LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - G1 R; T$ z; H$ z5 o, J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! V9 s$ \+ ]0 G9 u* C3 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 q1 b6 y5 A, p! S8 i: \/ W2 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( p0 w' H, K/ {- C2 B- A- GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' D1 W( }, c$ ?2 O5 R( M# iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # t( Q1 M; ^0 D3 U- \( p2 x
% X c0 C# J' f/ c1 s4 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
e* |! K, I4 A/ ]( F( r/ k3 L. GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- [. ]5 j/ l0 K* n! @$ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) T z' q4 I O5 E* }, I
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,
+ j; @, K4 \- GHow you suffered for you sanity,7 q& a+ W5 p4 o' B
How you tried to set them free, % U! Z5 E# u; y2 Y& S( ]) o [
They would not listen they're not listening still, + n9 P+ g% _ ]% b
Perhaps they never will. |
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