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+ r4 s& c1 r# cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 R7 T+ T/ Y4 b$ X9 }) x9 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 a( Q4 D& ^% D- G. e1 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 V, i4 O7 X, hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% Y1 c4 `/ Y" \9 v: X- W+ m: |$ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 J1 y% p; F: L! H9 b$ uHow you suffered for you sanity,
# G0 L( ^- m. I1 O8 o; P% H+ GHow you tried to set them free, , _) Y9 e T3 o) T" T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 n8 r+ q b6 K3 t& C: v1 [: zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( E4 N9 [" ~- ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 g2 N$ g0 w4 k: J9 A4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : X2 C4 n( ?5 @9 ^" ?( |
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,
# \7 v0 ^2 a6 W0 l4 A+ Q; e2 M: `' D. [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ~* c" J3 F; C# n$ P' ]2 g5 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* q' e7 E# W8 s& W: ]4 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. |" r3 ?1 w) f. S, {- l# kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ?+ C5 d( o; ]. [' N5 k( R( ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |( S1 x" b: B5 m# Z/ \7 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 w) S& s2 F* ^5 D2 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 h" ]+ H3 v" v" |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 F3 r# i) r- C
* {2 v' E; u8 _7 v1 _3 I) bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 D3 O8 w6 a, J' w6 O/ A v
How you suffered for you sanity,- S4 S2 B5 ]! [, J
How you tried to set them free, " Z6 B7 x9 Q9 _2 \( m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: y3 H# @: \; g( |$ NPerhaps they never will. |
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