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; T- M7 J4 G0 o5 T8 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 y6 ]' p$ o6 O% aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ I, y! ]' k$ J4 L% ^, ^& TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- q4 Z2 k2 i, x5 b' n) h& f' p! ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) t* R2 h1 y% p! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; A* |! z5 w2 ~5 r
How you suffered for you sanity, ( B+ b8 F( H- s( A9 k8 L& _
How you tried to set them free, ; m0 F X& L& \, b+ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ R$ M6 j" \9 C3 l& d2 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; U. Y3 K" Y7 T+ R( M' D9 ^# ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , |7 S' v% U- J6 g( ], p1 X. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- j5 r, ]0 x; x5 {7 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# X8 {. D6 e7 ~$ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 b$ I2 r( K7 I2 l$ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 I ~% y/ |0 `' P `% A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# q8 m, ^$ U5 k+ U; V ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ^/ `% F7 y" V6 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) L" O5 f* {3 {; ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , g# q. ~$ D1 l. T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 v5 J9 {/ L4 m J9 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
a7 O3 E' |7 O5 dThe 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, / W+ r5 t$ J2 F. p9 t+ E
How you suffered for you sanity,* c3 R( G7 B/ t3 Q, {6 q
How you tried to set them free, c! Y' j) b4 n4 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 S- X- d' S, i# t$ P$ j1 LPerhaps they never will. |
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