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7 C2 w5 e2 F' Z! K: vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: j8 z4 c' {$ O7 K/ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `+ r& \6 Y% X9 g7 @$ Z+ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 d# U, x7 F/ z* n$ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 Q, y d# C7 h* e1 c7 h! H I- gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ {, ~( v' v: q5 d& O- o. p# V; VHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ]1 y) I, O A' u% YHow you tried to set them free,
0 y/ {/ m& T0 ] R3 {% b: eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# p, a, z/ k d, ~# |# n# O+ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 _2 `7 @7 X7 @2 j! g4 ?4 ]) D! Z: v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) j' L* L7 u/ ?2 Q+ `( QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ]. O. Q( h/ e; R E" C/ dWeathered 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, 6 T7 M7 o0 H! h, a" K$ I' S& W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - }; X5 S4 k& Q# H3 f& H7 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 V" g) a' W6 l1 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* Z- r6 U/ n2 [) K5 K2 Q- MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / l( c: d8 h& o. g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 `$ F0 n: K& |" NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 f! X; n* U8 @; d ?: @6 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Q% D0 q8 ?* a2 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % f! M, x9 F6 O4 h" D, P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! C) [5 _. D: x' v) m& xHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 x+ n4 S1 _/ \5 W5 tHow you tried to set them free,
5 P+ E* ~6 y$ w' O* Y6 p+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still, - I+ \) S- m# h' l
Perhaps they never will. |
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