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+ Q7 d3 A& a, P( l3 P! ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " o2 z; ]& l" X3 N% {+ m$ O d( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 {% U; ^ ~' qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 s+ l& j+ M- V* d# T' Q7 k# \; ~/ N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ?. I1 L! \: O! d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 J. h V1 o2 T1 C* M! o% h5 m
How you suffered for you sanity, : [: ]1 l' j1 v! [& ]
How you tried to set them free,
) X! L/ ]8 a) M' X& `2 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% h! O( F$ v) S5 I) RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ B$ X5 b' c1 G6 J5 s- V7 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Q( M7 s" f, R1 e$ l" ?5 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & @1 W4 i/ y+ C. `' K" M, O
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, i) X; ]' {( H* w9 o* [* Q/ e I- G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' z) W5 D' H) p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Y3 N- O Z# }3 x9 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ?$ P8 v/ x3 d- E- S; v: `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d5 ?5 X& e1 b: B4 t! [6 H% K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # s# @9 t) O3 Y9 M$ E- [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 B# L$ @/ Y, eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: `4 Q! @+ S/ ^! [; ~, v$ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 B0 Y) x- X6 @( X5 D7 u4 f5 Y; X: D- UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : t, a3 ~* {( f1 `( @6 i; H! {1 u4 g& M
How you suffered for you sanity,! V# X& Y a- ^: F
How you tried to set them free,
& `2 E$ ?' z B c# lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ D6 P' d7 I* M0 T; `Perhaps they never will. |
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