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; ]% x n3 b. c, J/ Z) dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 T4 Y; w% C* @4 a, U1 B9 t, e i: {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : G' E8 [# S/ c6 v6 R8 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 O0 O/ ` Y/ W) lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 G# q/ X z# R( F. j& w. D: {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- L1 Z$ R7 Z7 t$ ]8 Y& \2 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 d: b# X3 a( P9 WHow you tried to set them free, / V% M% A* {2 y$ L, ^4 e4 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' x9 k- r+ ], [9 \) i( i5 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 A6 h7 M L1 R1 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 A( q/ u0 u+ y) q% {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ z. m% n+ e8 f; L- `9 A6 z) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ^2 l3 y7 Y$ ]* T1 O# V, O4 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : v# m% c" W0 ~& D# ^ _- K: f# N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% H% k7 F2 I% R& B$ S0 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; J4 u( _" N. `- ~9 f! c( Q- O; R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 j. Y8 F& I4 F5 I6 w9 M9 W2 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; i7 z# T: E: `/ pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; F; v" Z7 }1 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " r, m1 `2 F4 K% r/ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 n" e m: G$ |: \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, $ | x. f: O# t$ U
How you suffered for you sanity,' W" H2 q, [, H; |4 x
How you tried to set them free,
7 ]8 Q g' q# B: n. I+ _They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 d2 f2 y7 q0 c. C6 G1 l9 q* p
Perhaps they never will. |
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