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' Q u+ e/ O! Z" w5 Z" ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - |, Q! n2 O6 t# R8 f: J; e/ }, H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + U- ~0 U' u! J4 j4 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 W- o0 T6 Y) W L5 L% l6 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - U7 H. Y$ i- ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 | s6 G8 A- ?3 {How you suffered for you sanity, & b8 W' [9 ~! Q; T
How you tried to set them free,
) [/ k! Y: G, D# g3 e0 h% y9 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! ] w" r, L x1 {# WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Q0 V0 M6 y$ o: tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 M) X) N) t: B* XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * p+ _0 H; u1 {- o, `: D
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,
1 ?% C# e- H, W) e Q% Q$ k7 s4 U4 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ^" f+ m$ ~1 z9 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # c+ @9 U' i7 E. Q& s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' B- z. h2 {. v) i( L5 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: l$ x0 |, x3 N2 t2 c: Q) xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 q, }5 l |( Z6 B* E- }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" R6 P6 R8 y1 y: }" kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' x" D, e4 N" W, x4 YThe 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,
. U! z( w: P0 T* RHow you suffered for you sanity,8 y9 b7 t( J) C. C' B. n1 L
How you tried to set them free,
1 j) I& U y+ M0 G/ U: aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- U% {, \! R9 w7 dPerhaps they never will. |
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