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/ S7 p0 M0 c$ @: u. h% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; m4 G2 j, X. z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 a: ]. n5 m% |2 A) ~+ {% tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 t2 \3 O$ o/ T x e& B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, R0 n2 |' H3 k4 t SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 ~* F3 \+ W4 h1 f9 ~% s; M
How you suffered for you sanity, . x: V7 P/ H9 A
How you tried to set them free, 3 i/ B# ?9 c( ]4 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( s, ?8 {5 H$ R' y7 {& J" e0 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " r! ]" @3 S# s5 f! {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / A' x# M% x1 B& U1 A) h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' [# R% h8 l& B* m
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,
: g6 A! v/ o% F) f1 J# h9 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. u7 F- @$ P! gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 t+ o6 e; O W6 T2 ?. G R4 @; X* f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( Z8 _( y3 w' ]) Y( tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( x! [) T$ @1 Y% n' z P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( A- s5 e9 s' [& \+ A3 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ b4 }* n0 z+ j. J2 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 U# k( ? g2 L" g# ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! O1 L9 K- d' v) J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: h; F7 ]* F- ?How you suffered for you sanity,
5 W7 a. D9 s+ VHow you tried to set them free,
, U8 h. Y* l) p; Y) D2 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; a. J! P5 s2 t) [
Perhaps they never will. |
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