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9 `& m1 c) `' W/ J* A* GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 v& E# d- @$ Z* f$ ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! X, K7 I9 i7 ^5 _& p% d! l7 Z9 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 \2 f0 j2 O+ B( k4 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& t" q) [& Y( I! @- ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: |. t6 |9 b, `5 nHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 ~! m: e3 F+ `" M
How you tried to set them free,
; g3 B- _+ V2 ]" `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : d8 e: l8 d- R+ h/ w2 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; o/ v. G5 u- O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 g! d" N( K. u) z" D5 l6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + d$ n6 H+ j$ X, k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 w) ]8 V. ?9 \0 Y2 {7 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 l; Y. R1 L: P: i y3 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
F' \3 s/ ]% l* Y) V. a& @4 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 g& Z0 J1 W9 N5 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; Z$ s5 D* F. Q- S* q @1 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 d" f% D# V5 x# KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 S1 t" Q# y$ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: r, K8 h0 e8 Q8 {& D( ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % E# f, U8 e2 {- j ], R- R* u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' Y7 ]4 M: N; GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 H D5 q! l3 \6 z6 Q% A) cHow you suffered for you sanity,6 P7 C+ n& \) L. }
How you tried to set them free, 8 p, r* Q: i0 E6 O- Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ x) N( A. M" Q% H. F- t Q Q+ qPerhaps they never will. |
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