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' h, p: ^9 u: A7 A* u3 T3 P/ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p6 _: Q( i, Z- }4 I; `$ r1 F, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* t$ w! m. y1 g$ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 D& P5 R) T& }3 S( DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 R7 N* N( Y. S4 k- u" tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( D9 _ v! H8 A+ [! s
How you suffered for you sanity, # [# F$ ~( C5 h+ G5 X6 {; I: Y
How you tried to set them free,
3 H }% [6 O: c+ i- H* |( ?! MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! n. g/ t6 x4 B4 `" m2 m% ]8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , i* ]' ?1 c4 F6 F) z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ^6 C M' X; K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! w5 D% o5 o; Z; Q% h& F i: J- ?
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, 7 K7 |! a& `$ {6 Q6 l V+ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ]: {4 b9 n( O7 U% V, QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & _- o& U/ s. K1 ~6 s m3 I, M: w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" n* F* J: t' L# _, H* MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* I' m7 C$ H: h' B$ N, xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( `7 `" X" S+ ^: ` P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
d9 x7 ^0 v; j- G% P) r$ @3 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 p7 ~3 X5 i$ P2 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ Y: l7 c. E0 w! ^How you suffered for you sanity,
2 }5 V& Y; v. H9 x" GHow you tried to set them free,
/ s" X6 e' b* U" O, [$ C9 r$ sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 r% O' ~' I5 s' @( s5 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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