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( A' U( c% a* j. W" D7 q8 }* |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 s- _: E! b# K) ]% _) g' o! E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& x# _2 }# W) @' }/ {3 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 w8 w+ ?' C) S; D; V! h8 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 J2 d* e! r& g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ K! O, J( w" x9 V8 }, r/ B! L' W% ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ]' e9 G: v- }' U, {- j
How you tried to set them free, 8 n. t. P3 @0 w2 t8 E9 z6 x- S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ]& ^5 D/ J& ~ \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! |, E8 B: }" D) U1 G' E0 T, LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ l- s- r5 i- }1 d) a3 B8 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( O9 ~& e" ]8 H. n9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 l: E h% j R& i% \, P1 t0 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 x4 k( b5 q2 ]8 v7 y/ s+ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% x: U: m4 p8 g/ j6 P8 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 [- ]$ l2 g% L* fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ~' {& G& r& I j. JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 g1 y8 x) c. f) N) f$ y' U7 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 @7 C; ?* P/ U9 Y2 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) K2 f: H- i8 \- n0 K* x$ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, l2 a" ~3 {! Z/ Z8 ]# lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 F; G: U2 S& O1 m" q/ y5 e
/ p3 i2 Q9 b% O& v; W: B# s! dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ^, J _6 m: Q% A( S$ DHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 O0 G8 ]" R; rHow you tried to set them free, + [% `$ ~( W5 f% T% i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- c7 B% n: g* N/ P$ [# y; lPerhaps they never will. |
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