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7 B& Z' E1 S$ W4 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) \0 y; }# D8 N5 i+ Q3 s$ [8 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + }1 P$ {: u$ V- h& G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 l! [6 D) q: }) w- BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - {# o. x6 a1 N. {4 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 p5 S7 M8 h8 J9 J
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 u4 w) N6 F+ A. Z: ?# [) K
How you tried to set them free,
1 e8 R( X; I$ |0 {5 K8 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 h3 t" @2 n% d8 i8 s' t8 ~; p H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! h3 z: T' b" X+ t. P( ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. x0 n8 [' n9 C# w4 a' ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ?" \, M, v0 ?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,
0 F6 ]4 y, V1 T/ {8 _9 t1 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 f+ w8 L5 {( [6 i/ O8 l$ F; m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& p/ @: @, S7 s$ V4 Z9 Q, jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 E5 ]2 L& ^0 z/ C7 X8 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) a# c: d5 d7 S6 r4 B3 Y2 U; g) j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Q# p. U- R5 t, n# c5 r/ P/ d8 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! `+ U8 a+ R0 |& T" c P- NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# n- Y! D% o) nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Z# S+ V0 X5 R/ O9 }8 o! ?6 E7 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 H6 p2 p2 L7 o# T4 Z# b2 N! n, v
How you suffered for you sanity,
( _& O7 b3 q6 Y; I# J1 hHow you tried to set them free, ) i. y( a5 d3 g" \6 K" I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 m2 J4 T0 I8 U. iPerhaps they never will. |
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