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Y7 @9 o- @( q! N! E5 |8 A* Q0 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]1 H+ j; h' Z1 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, O" s" o" E, |7 H0 T' J PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ~* K _. a/ E( o: iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 _' k7 o5 e+ S' m) P! I5 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, z& _8 \9 n5 `2 i- {
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ h- t3 j! s& M/ h5 nHow you tried to set them free, & Z# E; a! a" x$ U7 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, D9 _/ U: i3 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Y; s, Q1 I1 t9 u) Y" Q, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; g9 l; A! r$ `9 S8 M. u0 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) y! }9 @2 z6 l5 |7 U! T
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,
' N, F4 X( r6 o9 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " E; o; N8 ~; f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ~, T1 C- E; H: b% E" _6 s. u( Z; \But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 F( [% a" z+ s8 M+ `8 u: dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 K m) Z# \0 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 v! p2 m" j, p3 R/ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- p( ?: u+ M# Y) v3 T) \$ G$ \0 IThe 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, / b$ f0 m. S3 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 L) ~- J3 v- e: y: j0 J* UHow you tried to set them free,
7 H: x' n6 b* s& k* P9 o, L% MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) E& c( ]8 v$ B. xPerhaps they never will. |
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