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6 t( q" X2 h. e% P: w! j: H. OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% S8 ^* i$ U3 d8 W& uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # D5 f/ X) s6 h/ R) P- e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ j5 p5 r& h9 p6 t3 h# k3 X2 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 g( i5 h+ d8 b7 u. HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. F/ A9 z5 l8 @; `; d+ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 j; L) n" c. E9 w) q% N$ T& E2 }* bHow you tried to set them free,
: F# w3 S9 T3 B8 t! G" s' U& fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* g9 F, t) L8 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * G0 a6 H- o" X3 `' A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 H0 p+ y( K. n& |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % _/ b9 e& _6 c7 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! A; K3 ^( D G! ~; e: [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ H$ _0 w! S4 Z; Q: ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 y% \7 y2 Q7 C8 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! U7 D4 b4 f- d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ?# K$ G6 W5 ]$ f6 \6 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 I n1 r+ v; D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! \! {( d6 `& T3 X' `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % I; N' F3 A* P- t* }3 }+ [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 q2 ?5 i4 }9 H0 F" x/ R5 t
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, $ J; I! q b9 C; u( p) n& M
How you suffered for you sanity,/ j2 O0 |! z% T' N' F) T
How you tried to set them free,
2 Y* n+ {; D$ S' p$ N, uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 O/ X" O6 j# l" Z0 v- m
Perhaps they never will. |
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