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1 r4 m! n! w. d* fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ q, z& @" `& r* G' @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 D4 H5 x/ @' O. R7 I8 z$ q3 P$ r4 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( W5 `; \( ^) g' v2 o5 h; ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! d" k, S+ ^9 V# V+ _% [) K0 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 {8 c6 z3 L* j0 \5 A: \7 H" f: }2 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
" G: t. {7 I# F! b* }7 \: dHow you tried to set them free, 1 u+ s) O3 C- `9 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & G4 e( `$ A- Z9 a2 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ?, |/ K0 T' c" Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * J( S4 n5 W+ A: {: v. K, j2 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
]+ _8 z5 G+ o) p( \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, 9 j/ B- o; [: n$ L- V7 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 U( i! ?. l, Q9 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" `8 p# w3 F- {/ m$ v5 k# F' Y7 x( ABut I could have told you, Vincent, - K$ O- A( I X5 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - @* X7 Y7 b) R0 [. j' F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 w6 h7 k2 K! @/ X; I: @( YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Y! U. ]# l' n4 @9 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ k7 t, T$ f NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 W- D3 @7 [" N2 y; Z, V& K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . d% }% f( ~& f/ _! j s
How you suffered for you sanity,+ Q) p- q3 N. x, ]
How you tried to set them free,
) V& |8 T. T! Y) \They would not listen they're not listening still, B0 c8 `5 `( R7 [: _! a6 y7 B- }
Perhaps they never will. |
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