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5 p" U5 w {, D' tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 B# y9 A* l/ u2 C7 H, A# c* R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 L' D \* |* E8 p" @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 q6 B& m6 }+ O: O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 t# k6 V: i5 j2 V$ P+ | jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) T% k2 x5 i4 `1 v% K
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 F$ e c, [) ` H& d
How you tried to set them free, , K2 U: _# v+ ?, w2 K$ Z; P" }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 ~& E* A- ]. `# u) J/ N3 O( o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' t {' H$ A! y. u% y# pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Z: Q& N S, L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 ?/ e; e i+ U- u9 X" h1 C1 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 S' Q5 ~9 ?9 \9 K5 S& N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 Z9 R. v# S, M! V$ I) c5 t# CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W3 u8 }) `" }8 b& l1 P; d+ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Q' a6 r% O: L' y/ g* J$ b+ O* T Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, . g+ \# l6 k5 c/ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & z, T: s+ u7 J6 w" J/ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. k: i+ N) N# R2 l' x9 _! S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D6 p2 f% V+ Q$ }
The 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,
: A+ @; J: n: n) @How you suffered for you sanity,+ f; F( A. A+ v1 F& Q
How you tried to set them free,
- e; m" D9 b/ j& CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. P; ^. A8 C( l4 Y1 L4 W- BPerhaps they never will. |
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