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7 `! k1 k# q9 B u8 v( v: ~* qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( }2 c7 P4 E0 H0 k8 H) w. W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; d+ t# ~3 {3 P* k% O. GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ~! }% b( F. M/ f, p7 E5 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' L& u5 H1 H# T2 C4 j C& l- E, |$ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) p3 g- L p; W6 R3 t( U! l- m3 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ x9 M6 k/ N1 i3 W( h7 EHow you tried to set them free,
/ Z) A& y' N# @( b3 m& F. |& ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 a- h O, S* O# d3 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * V) @# P. H, u) E5 K: H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! W1 [- C3 L$ j8 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ d8 K/ l9 j7 L/ Z" |+ H+ r2 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 e1 c. R8 h6 U5 u' Q# G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, I9 \1 T! t/ a' `- P0 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Y# B9 J8 ^* `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ]2 D6 D3 v9 m3 A$ ]. N
But I could have told you, Vincent, / a5 b; |. O: f5 S T: R) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * J# v& C3 r! I: f: I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. y# N) l8 s, J6 X& e2 {$ VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 s2 L; g/ J( ?% |# w0 K+ F* S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 f# o9 S( k$ _6 J* oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f1 Z6 v0 g/ \. x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- i7 K* m8 F( ? ~/ n# YHow you suffered for you sanity,
- O! @! n0 R6 g9 L. c) m* PHow you tried to set them free,
! h9 S1 Z4 k$ L7 ~! e: X! fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: p8 N6 r1 n, SPerhaps they never will. |
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