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2 o1 ?: N5 S! U. \4 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , j+ o+ m- n2 m3 n2 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 v6 Q2 E6 y' B- }$ j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 I/ @' D4 Q6 N0 ]& N# `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, Y( A' P6 q. |* l% }& `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 }' B `2 h7 h4 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 [# c2 B9 u% j3 OHow you tried to set them free, 4 ]+ w$ {1 n! ?! ?) @9 w: \5 {; ?3 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 n: e( L; V/ a2 c# @7 T; @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 X+ u3 J! p% f C! o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 N0 B( ^& \: SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ U" h1 E, r- OWeathered 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, 4 | `, l" K2 o7 I2 q) h. J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 j1 x( ?6 L f; n. B! U' V% v7 ?3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 {4 _$ F: U* P; H0 E: @But I could have told you, Vincent, ) e& w' b2 u$ t) x* }# P% R* C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 y3 d# u' o" Z' b" N/ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) G7 p( x9 P5 t- \! \( bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Q' b3 W f, y: r3 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- A9 s8 L' S* k/ X- W sThe 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, # r( Q! a- h/ H( Y* p- X0 V
How you suffered for you sanity,1 ~# K3 ?% y7 I7 }" }7 O1 N4 p
How you tried to set them free,
$ L& e1 j' ~# s/ J* w+ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 t. t" o/ s8 i; R7 r8 K; O2 xPerhaps they never will. |
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