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8 ?! c8 I9 e( VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . o# B5 y$ C$ |( X# \- x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: f/ C G, d W# ]3 N4 l. ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," {; V# d3 m4 q& \6 E9 ]6 P, G& G$ P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ u! o- I, ?& L0 }9 b$ T0 R/ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ~/ A# }, f5 \/ }/ W, B
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 t! W& N$ C9 c+ s! r. x% V; o4 z# }How you tried to set them free,
G- O+ |6 u5 _; C% yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # M6 w/ o* P! y N; U% h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q1 L; }$ o- {6 B+ O5 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
X" w% c( h3 @: i+ _! {, PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 J4 ]' w$ N R. g1 e
Weathered 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, ! v5 B7 N: a$ w+ H: A- S# \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 N& q9 _0 w! i8 c* gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 U7 G1 f* a0 v" g; D2 p, J- H+ [) nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 a0 w2 f! D0 X( M* Z8 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 x2 A( p. Y6 |; R' U1 B9 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
E# E0 b0 Q0 L% j* qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~$ f+ r6 m& r/ ~) H! dThe 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, 7 b& z5 ` @; V) J8 A( _; G! }
How you suffered for you sanity,5 i n! `8 S/ q- K& l6 o8 y
How you tried to set them free,
" E$ U& D0 K) ~; B% B- Y9 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 n: e/ L+ F* j: h( Y0 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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