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6 E; t) u2 C4 F" @, u, |8 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 }4 Y4 J5 \" `6 C/ K; {6 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- O' V- J1 w6 a9 ?# {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ M+ n- r# l# }( z7 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - f4 {) x! x; h' K- B. [" A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' j9 n# T e! }# \, |7 V; _How you suffered for you sanity,
& ?! z, S+ ?5 M: ZHow you tried to set them free,
/ d4 E; V; Y1 _3 q0 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! d; w! e# F/ T/ n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ f j6 P9 s' v# j7 `3 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 E& c) N/ j" T7 f* b! G/ t) d0 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 f( y" ?# z$ W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ T1 f+ P8 o7 t/ E0 n: N& |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- ?5 H2 P+ k: T9 T9 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; b2 u9 A E [( D9 y2 I; |& s2 ]& A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- u# D4 s' ]1 O1 E. ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 S1 y. ^6 E9 n3 S8 N9 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ } W/ t4 A4 y* y1 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 N( E1 C6 M" Z1 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 L) }9 \! D$ Y! j, H# kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i. q$ {5 v+ w. r* j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ?. n% J9 O3 Y% `! J% A: d
How you suffered for you sanity,. k% V5 V1 W: j+ g& t
How you tried to set them free,
4 z; l1 _ c7 a7 u9 T. \They would not listen they're not listening still,
; O4 M( c" j2 QPerhaps they never will. |
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