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" Z+ v C, k+ {/ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ]- H5 B! ` L2 g; ]1 l3 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; s4 | z0 @+ J) U! {0 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: q$ b- @0 d% i# T! v! ^5 D7 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" \1 Q' L" Q7 j4 l9 E! g7 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 l, r2 K; Z6 w: y. i# yHow you suffered for you sanity,
- t9 Y% V( Q1 t( O% y, s* R# qHow you tried to set them free, & G$ C; h% Z8 t# B: O3 C; y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 h& L* g' J# J9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 C) r/ B% B' Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ]1 m, L- d% O2 H; vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. o; r8 V; y9 G. S( ]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,
[! }9 B! A8 ^! P0 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 n" {% k3 T H3 F- d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # a# _$ e& Y0 z" b4 k7 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, . ~ T* j; A8 @" h4 I% ]7 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 q, B- b1 |$ K# W# h% mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " m; \# O% _2 y: v" l6 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# C8 i6 w3 J& ^% k8 I. C8 KThe 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, / T2 n5 l w3 P: b4 T/ m) z ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
) V! Y* S1 m. U; ?7 S5 pHow you tried to set them free,
( ~! F2 r* Q! _1 Y* d+ L0 {They would not listen they're not listening still, + t; R7 X" p/ T7 c; J9 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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