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: ^ _. Q& S! R! o% m+ qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 A! I6 x+ e% F \" L- ]! I) D; a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ G8 d: ?( F% N, tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D$ c5 x+ N' R# W# d, u! d1 z; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Q% U2 }# R1 B3 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 S y% Z4 K @How you suffered for you sanity, 1 [" c% J# L. d; I. D, ?
How you tried to set them free, 1 H7 J* L- ?6 Q/ c' j9 a7 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v% F6 C) O8 l: Y2 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " _" f- p2 X3 r" }4 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 s4 X) L2 F; q4 E9 @4 f' d! b7 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( w4 ^) M( Q) T6 d# ]. DWeathered 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,
) e/ |1 } T+ x9 R$ \# AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! \% D) @! l5 U" h. _You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ?- S; {: o7 v* H9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 K1 n, O1 t3 G* z1 k1 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ]; S' H; M; U. c& z n( r! K* SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 F) M( k- r9 \) B- z/ G$ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; U, A+ b6 a% N+ ?" }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 `6 g4 f0 j# }5 {. g" q3 T5 A5 h
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,
3 b5 ^+ L- E0 m+ u6 \7 o7 R6 |How you suffered for you sanity,
- l" B* a8 J+ @/ q( @9 ~, {8 f: PHow you tried to set them free, $ d3 D, N, Y8 U3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; h1 B! I4 g, ?Perhaps they never will. |
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