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/ D H& T8 c; t/ @$ V# |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ a; Q, U9 Z5 Y; [+ B6 [* e$ xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ~" E' f* k7 ^8 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 n# E. Z+ V6 G* y5 ?3 }: B2 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * Q, [( F4 i# Z8 ?. H: \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( M c$ I- \/ ]How you suffered for you sanity, , C5 S6 d V, t9 D
How you tried to set them free,
; g4 e. q, A- s0 U' yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 J* x% R) ]( _3 k& bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 f8 d5 R2 h; S2 Y- S5 f' h1 f! gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - l! v% V- Y$ V8 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( o9 Z. {6 u2 E: [+ KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Z2 U" H4 ` [/ `: L- W
2 U* J& M1 _; ]0 q9 Q* fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! f" y. Y3 |7 i& W( ]; UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. e' A# u: K! h. ?9 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 z8 T- N, b! N+ H. Z7 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# M2 q& c& E4 d/ t3 E q6 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - L5 K& r4 Q- L( B7 ` |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. f$ p; O4 W% H6 _* x( k7 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; @$ L6 S7 q: C$ j; Y8 l+ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 q1 x: ~5 h ]0 m0 I+ i: aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Y5 Y* p+ v, E1 e' u# Y! K8 [: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,1 f8 s( u3 i0 G0 I2 `7 i
How you tried to set them free, , i% w9 s' u0 I8 Y$ f4 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ `9 M) N9 `1 z, {3 b5 FPerhaps they never will. |
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