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& R* N; c, G# Y- _$ \/ `+ s- M3 \8 x% WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * `# l- A* w( T$ o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " g9 F" ?9 M, u, d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ]' h6 B! ^( m6 a6 A; KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 h; I$ m1 P0 t: N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& t( z( j' o5 k4 Y4 B2 IHow you suffered for you sanity, ; Q1 `1 ^. X! @9 C6 ?* m1 k
How you tried to set them free, 5 E5 N6 P* _: l( U J1 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 A" D2 _3 d- a8 e) _* ~* D) ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 o- g; h' @2 ~. b: o; w' T* A: WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* d) U2 B; m. f8 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + V. q4 w' T, k1 X* D* H1 e* z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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e8 M5 ?2 L9 ~5 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ m0 g, s8 R7 d% Q6 q- qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g) q! G* W5 h; o0 _# I/ p; L* z5 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 r: t8 V" _" o& ~! [, h+ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, t7 N' d8 ?# w9 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 F4 e6 V" ^7 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; o2 ~ ], K1 F3 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& w4 |/ g9 o# Q& p& o2 G9 z( DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 @4 q, u! M$ [) A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 w+ x) F: F2 [, u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* u) Q2 ]& v0 F$ E0 EHow you suffered for you sanity,: O4 b* F, }0 v9 o. e: B3 I/ B
How you tried to set them free, % E3 e4 u3 \2 E C5 u2 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% [6 m6 ^" J8 BPerhaps they never will. |
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