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' Q8 T ^# S( n: k0 G8 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 U, ^: s7 r7 w$ Z2 c6 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % @0 I$ \3 M; r! C2 o- |: B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 d0 V! }, q8 Z4 g1 a @, C# I) WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. d) X- q7 J$ M2 m* f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 t" y% c& i1 I! |* q9 I5 \3 j# |How you suffered for you sanity,
4 M( v5 }6 d8 {4 _% rHow you tried to set them free, # W; }, T% }% I7 X$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 r- a& L( D0 s( |1 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ P1 u( ?0 o4 z4 D/ KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ?' U0 p* \3 R- S0 }5 P3 q& n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: P9 a. g! l l; BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Q4 z% ]: l- K% I0 B r! D1 @2 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , |; M4 h) u4 m4 F6 U9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 V$ u& i9 n( J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 C7 P6 ~, E' Z5 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 A/ I5 O' r- o# x* }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 p8 Z% q* z2 r6 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& _7 p7 }, D* v5 d4 H5 M( r) BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' k+ U' C+ w) @3 c. m1 w- FThe 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,
2 E5 V& y0 D5 T6 x' n% T, IHow you suffered for you sanity,
u: t( b% l% dHow you tried to set them free, % m3 ^$ K2 A3 L5 O$ `0 }7 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 `! c' Z. K; w$ F, q2 Y5 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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