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! G( U1 t+ i0 `/ ]8 i# |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / W% a) ?2 F/ ~5 G. R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 |7 `3 i/ a7 c: m) DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ K7 j8 \ j: Y+ |4 R) ?/ N7 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^9 K l! Y( X1 r3 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: O/ ?0 w: Y! ?/ ?) X) y
How you suffered for you sanity,
) S) ` r8 X I( LHow you tried to set them free, 7 g# h5 v( Y! t3 }) [- _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : {* M5 X% p: g8 ~9 ]# [8 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Y* W0 L5 ]6 }1 {1 j, t6 |6 {# C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : ~* \" I7 O, `- e, X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 O' Y- R0 A" ?7 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 d, f2 g5 G5 C/ s) G% C9 k8 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! s% v" x9 @1 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 B6 q! e" X. Y |1 s, |/ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) j( R" B- C5 O6 i& ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 y; L q0 i! |' d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 M& q7 z' X! `5 {/ Y1 q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ]/ n0 D# |# U# u% B( WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]. i. ]/ ?, BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P. F5 y* e$ L, o! k4 N- ^4 A6 [The 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,
4 k5 q; ~9 Z. `, FHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ S6 l2 R. N, ~8 \3 n* AHow you tried to set them free, ; s6 l; A0 h! O) L7 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ]& S0 N& k! K
Perhaps they never will. |
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