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( J% b% T" [; y: \: g eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 i {( L4 }2 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 q9 F- X- C; q0 ?+ F2 Z2 r) h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ A: q. m/ h: M, X6 X2 z( z9 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; W- T C( w# I a) [; t( X" @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% r- u( f2 O+ ]' f" n2 v: B4 q7 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
' B; r5 Y, R1 [' D8 JHow you tried to set them free,
2 g b) {6 C4 B/ a& ]7 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! I, ^( K# s, r8 F- U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 M& g+ B% ~4 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " {5 Z6 A) l& m8 t: L" ~" A: L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 N( p% A+ I7 J: f: K* F* r- k- w
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,
# G7 W' j$ b& X* R# N4 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; I8 C, S8 k. \; s6 U2 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . l. ]7 r/ c0 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; \6 w% Q! j: P3 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 b+ V* m1 K2 n! s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & F8 M7 c7 F w9 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 h6 v# S8 }, Z. A% \
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, ' Z3 f `& v- ?9 K
How you suffered for you sanity,8 C2 Y+ t* [ g* z( n! \6 r
How you tried to set them free, G( P5 D) k- n+ e* X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 X7 [" z% X, f0 G5 U9 n/ UPerhaps they never will. |
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