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. K1 L1 P' l6 \' I9 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 g q6 [* `' u6 k& N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Z% X% s! n( {/ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ~- ^3 C, G1 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 {7 g+ `2 C; K# m% e# }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u1 R r7 n" X1 v' p3 M. wHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ Y+ o. s% ^) g# x: l" NHow you tried to set them free, ! a. |6 C- [# L/ t! x+ K! m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ B' P" g. W8 |9 u: @. rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # b j: j/ s3 }) S8 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' m1 z) m4 D$ B: G, o' o% lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }* Y/ h1 W! g# m7 e3 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 N4 O* g1 K9 ], d7 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 W; b) z) i% h; }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& k* i' l3 g( W) A! }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: E9 G( s* c8 ]0 [7 f& B( r! y u% N8 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 D+ t7 ~, T$ w2 }$ Y6 E& Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 _* l \; G% U l) r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 @* U8 r3 L: ?9 `" m5 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * p3 b& Y4 h3 G2 m7 U* m
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,
$ ^; @4 X- T5 g4 [ V% E3 G( oHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 k8 w4 E) f% X/ u" CHow you tried to set them free,
; ?( k6 K: D' f9 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( j/ q5 X g" y5 f: m8 X E- j$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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