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6 ~2 V3 P* c) I" Q0 r3 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 d$ e# P* x5 @8 d, y; M9 \3 m8 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 c. r+ Y0 n t+ g; }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ i# E5 @( l; M3 B; ^6 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; T! Q7 c1 Y- GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 r, g2 h k; H) W4 l; @! B, I3 [, [
How you suffered for you sanity,
" Q6 F7 }7 U$ w0 }0 T3 b+ ^How you tried to set them free, 1 f3 O5 w! E" Y/ r1 k) [! q% d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 v; |7 I1 {/ q8 g& \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O" L5 w e- {% _! |- ?& S f* N1 v E- oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ b9 c& Q; }) S2 G, H- n/ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' F9 ~9 d2 ]6 L! l# B! @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ z$ p9 {$ g9 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ]9 e6 D; C/ k4 r8 |* ] mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ K8 ?6 L5 j) \5 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- k _6 H/ Y4 O2 ~ i7 [* n0 _ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) L$ x9 _1 c3 }0 I0 ]. U$ A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # e% x* }6 ] B, |* s2 g- C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Y7 i9 g& ~) y+ @% C A2 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- d( f4 [: _# F5 o5 g% M6 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * d* ~( z! G' ^7 O# j
# x+ A" K8 H6 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 }5 A4 M% U) K* ]% W3 C' I( x
How you suffered for you sanity,4 o8 r" O3 W4 n; [* [6 S" g
How you tried to set them free, & i% W3 F! H2 W" q5 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 {# D) O3 i0 S' o1 UPerhaps they never will. |
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