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) o: F; [, S' \7 q$ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* \( @: |& s7 ^* A9 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! P3 T: {$ j# Y9 ?: [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," h. ?; `1 T+ n) Q: q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * V9 w/ V7 z/ A7 S8 {- A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: s% I3 v3 D! T2 y6 u ]6 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ X2 l1 Y9 q( c. u8 H* ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 ], d* j, ~, z% d! t. j4 d1 k" b/ p8 H* \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ~. E$ K; k7 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 r; p8 }& L. j9 \ J/ s8 t: }0 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 t4 F' s0 U/ f5 D- yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 W! e5 Q- G1 K0 k3 Y5 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 l" l% [ \' l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: A3 k1 h- j: y& ?2 z0 F4 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . H* O: S% ]* O/ e6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, % h4 s4 f. ^( s: Z* E# k! G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / T& N7 P$ B2 d, _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* S" R8 ]. h; a5 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) u x& ^ l r M8 p7 ]4 w7 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; m7 j2 G8 N& D6 N! t* e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " y/ L" f7 j3 i. [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' N1 a4 V: Z+ |; v" ]7 aHow you suffered for you sanity,6 G" F5 t. F( _( ~& } W
How you tried to set them free,
) r. ~( b8 [3 ?2 I* |They would not listen they're not listening still, & e' R: y; m$ C9 ?% V% K
Perhaps they never will. |
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