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7 a' \' O6 [$ x' F4 k5 {- W4 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ~& B) Y ?/ J& y3 A3 |5 u0 |3 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ a: X1 z' H6 k# c+ c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% X: C4 a' m6 x+ C# K- ]- p6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 @+ u. a. m( `+ }6 X: m- s" }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( x7 n$ U9 }+ ]* |5 ]5 I' ^+ E
How you suffered for you sanity, + g7 g) q i2 f" T8 h* r
How you tried to set them free,
# \% D1 `! ]& U" VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 g9 S! S' b5 N+ B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' B4 K7 Y! P9 l0 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 m( k2 ~5 a3 ~: d8 C/ `1 f( m, p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 F' J, S1 A7 G+ H
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, 3 `. L! D% p. X- M$ f0 Q& S$ P' ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: G. I: S0 L* s' o9 U0 V$ }9 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) _% B: n( ?: i) T- m. P+ z& u9 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 h# _% Z4 c1 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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g2 E' B+ z4 Y$ E5 z/ J' nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z1 q) d# Z8 D4 X" o7 J& p/ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% a- r( S7 K9 ?* Y( Y7 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
K. l& N3 h4 d' I( U b0 [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,
" S6 \: x+ j1 |- uHow you suffered for you sanity,
; z$ w4 s( v- T* e$ a- eHow you tried to set them free,
0 a! b0 K0 k. XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" Q3 A4 i0 Q0 T2 b. y) X* TPerhaps they never will. |
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