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/ ]* `) r! Z; DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % s$ [% H* Q' t/ q& E/ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 }) _! k. |1 @$ e4 j! OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& z( o; C1 b" H8 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ]+ b7 q w1 e+ W8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! H* W+ }- a6 l6 P4 D8 g. RHow you suffered for you sanity,
" {, _* r/ e* X* Y) R8 p# P: JHow you tried to set them free, * r- {4 i/ @/ h( L1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 l/ \6 k0 s3 f/ ]5 A% LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) j8 s" F2 o+ k( a5 ^( A& M' |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, K: e' e) ]4 O; M8 i* x! f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 X% H5 b% r9 T/ kWeathered 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, / o d$ o2 g$ L/ Z, Y6 L7 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " R, c- |: E( i- F% J1 j( S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * D' U, h- X5 f6 v* t% X! b9 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- Z( m& I# Z" gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & {$ t7 j+ x `4 q t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- h+ c0 Q9 q2 U0 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# @0 v: W+ E' \3 N1 U/ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: G8 m: V; J) @9 j' Y- s" wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 O+ G o' P# C8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,# `, }! D5 e# _# ^5 r( w) \/ G
How you tried to set them free,
3 k. B/ r9 K# m6 K5 D) ^8 W, xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) e6 j: v4 I# N7 d6 f3 ]! OPerhaps they never will. |
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