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6 }6 h; Z: y% i3 g) S8 Y- y7 q/ ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 y& a* |- T# Y: D8 ]& I, yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * `1 x* G1 v. t% j, S2 C& u/ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 N/ d/ g9 y' ^" ~+ f* b5 W; K$ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & T+ {1 _" S' @/ X) C+ [1 H" G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 E c( D: E& \3 H4 ^1 G1 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ a* w( t+ F% v( V ]; H1 b+ ~How you tried to set them free, ( Y# z2 y2 i7 B! ~/ [( z4 x; W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ J9 c1 K- Y" c' ~1 C$ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 E% a" V- p% S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 l/ d5 |. x, M& {2 A% k) C. v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% F5 P3 T6 ^4 K4 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ?' Q$ ^8 g+ a9 k( u
) z7 I/ W% _8 L2 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 K Y/ i! b! K( J2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 C1 |' O( x8 T; k+ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; W1 u. ?0 ~* g; W: y
But I could have told you, Vincent, + m1 l2 @8 ?7 s3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * _/ A0 [3 R- i9 N# o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 h# e2 ?0 i) v' K' ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / G' N1 N+ O+ R4 ` Y
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,
. Z/ |* I/ _ i9 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 @( f3 D% n, u& t' P xHow you tried to set them free, + t, Q; w. x# c8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 J& U; x a8 {, WPerhaps they never will. |
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