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4 X6 F1 `8 r- cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! f% L: V X9 X/ KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ }' D( \ }2 j3 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ u5 T4 z! s0 t* k( t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 y# f [& x9 }+ T: m: sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 z: C) K- k8 u6 F
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 n$ Z2 ?+ G( k0 l7 U& y* V
How you tried to set them free, 4 t h8 x+ T B7 i3 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
K7 O" ^! W3 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ] Y/ p5 c( [$ |& H+ i t( ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 x. D: ` V! h Z% x: O0 e2 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ b7 l( ?6 k+ Q7 J7 R. bWeathered 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,
. l6 {- F+ R: L+ @+ Y# o7 q" ~) `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . f/ G, k8 ~, ^6 S8 U, a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& B/ d* I/ }+ ]) i8 R: FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 J& p {& P: Y& s) `2 i1 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ?0 d* U6 U' g5 t n. xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ?3 n5 v) B5 _! F7 C1 @2 h0 s, @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ^# C+ u h& H& TThe 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,
6 I1 A8 M% O v6 Z- kHow you suffered for you sanity,
% o8 y, |0 o( v) [$ v3 VHow you tried to set them free, ' Y2 B4 g! \, B6 S8 x/ ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 F" b7 w5 ?; }
Perhaps they never will. |
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