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3 Q% D: k3 _: c p1 w# XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 E) |9 y6 x: {) ?1 t$ J4 Q; P6 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- i) `$ t: y/ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# t5 o2 Y; H3 F1 X: HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, t5 x. `) X; a2 t5 t( MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, L; K$ K( T8 H1 R: LHow you suffered for you sanity,
b4 }, @. A2 |+ L- ~8 j& I, aHow you tried to set them free,
3 g8 V1 }( [: P7 v. U4 Q( sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 l8 e$ x e+ [; S! W; y, n/ F. u5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : o8 D& }5 o8 A* n: V+ Q# a z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c* r6 E5 F1 l, w9 ]( F# c/ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# x% B! \7 _! \' f3 l$ @7 d1 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 V. x y6 V0 j/ @. m' o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 M+ f, h+ h5 }' B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 F/ y( I. a* \- {8 u! K9 o2 o9 w! `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , f# X6 x# f7 z# [, T4 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! R+ K- \4 f% N! A6 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 R) D; }% |, @. d" Q* m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ J7 g9 h) X6 N8 B, P# Q8 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' X) U( G9 P' {$ u& R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; N2 i6 Z$ a% Z4 R/ \# U/ d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " n, N, V' X# T$ \7 j, x
# r0 B2 @9 ]: J% r0 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 I* w' g3 G' KHow you suffered for you sanity,
' h! E" F0 g* J, z7 \- o7 hHow you tried to set them free,
* m& ]4 r3 x) p: z3 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; ?& ?! F4 k8 W* A
Perhaps they never will. |
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