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. H" [+ \. g7 y; X A; B2 d! r" |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 j1 o4 N" H1 k3 ~. ]- @. R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, C8 g9 H" l: N6 g3 `' M, \! N6 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E+ ]3 N5 L1 h; Z# J8 x: M- i6 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
H- \! y7 E7 S0 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a6 v* S9 W) G: L& M7 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
# N! m9 t: z1 R( I2 g6 l, F/ OHow you tried to set them free,
+ W" r3 |; z$ C: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! G/ c; s# R6 \' t! F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g* C' o- b9 h; W4 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : p8 [8 F; \* P4 m* a9 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : A- T2 c3 `' N9 u# `
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,
- Y% O! A3 {2 ?" R: d1 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; u2 x9 B- n& b! i+ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 i! B" a v9 n9 G yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) t: }/ E7 L Z( V% RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 C3 v2 ?1 `1 a7 G
- V8 a. p( I" d) @2 Z. d6 t* F. z) s5 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V$ ~4 a6 h' d0 b$ M/ w n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ h+ t6 B4 g# h# A H) |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D! o& \' V4 @# g. h. }; D) `4 }
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, ; E' g! a1 l% n+ h5 U. ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 i& j+ `# i. [( ^/ B- I7 U: jHow you tried to set them free,
' E$ J% S$ o) R! Y* eThey would not listen they're not listening still, # a& O+ c3 r4 c$ j* k) _
Perhaps they never will. |
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