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3 _' O0 F! ?4 a2 L+ ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - e# a7 P5 ^! D% H% r# Y, I4 w/ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% w8 Q6 t- c' F! ?8 ]2 `5 F/ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- W7 u5 n# T" [7 Z( S& x* J4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) X5 m( }; D! o. j7 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( L; y1 V9 Q. v5 V" \How you suffered for you sanity, ) g/ U% @: B" U" n
How you tried to set them free, ! G/ ]& E: K/ x6 Y" z# v& F. r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' c+ H+ ?8 l# U2 r/ L4 e. v2 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! X2 g% S% R6 T+ x0 k( \' b2 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- W. |7 w) k7 B) ]1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 d' I! S* C5 Q7 |8 G1 k$ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% a/ n3 x+ E0 t& B# X& IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ]' b" M9 O+ ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 \$ }' R) z& j3 E+ t5 ^" n: p4 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, k/ C0 A0 J1 s* }9 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! [; R+ O3 @1 \; |. P4 x2 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! Q7 m5 \/ L' _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : F z* \0 Q9 H2 W+ x# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # f. W3 q4 T8 V0 J, _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! j2 U5 L" [8 E: ]9 m$ F; BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 a; D# c$ r: y3 q+ T
" O! S4 }: h& @4 N* j/ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 r- T- m7 k; E$ ]7 P! RHow you suffered for you sanity,: r$ y9 o* W1 O+ G- z& [
How you tried to set them free,
3 q3 D" |/ K) `: GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ l+ S/ m3 F8 J* @2 v# y @# MPerhaps they never will. |
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