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+ J1 t) v5 y5 @4 @4 o x0 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 O3 Q* f. @4 P/ t9 i% kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- z" [/ H( `) \) cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Y7 p/ ]* C9 Y X" t @, o$ B' g3 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( x* f1 a2 [( R2 i8 z2 v& L) j+ O. X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 o- A* W/ _7 z6 `
How you suffered for you sanity, $ I( A6 s" v% ^4 |7 [8 F
How you tried to set them free, - P' |0 g9 g, ^* K+ |! E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, J0 x8 O) z7 q4 b1 ]: ]+ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( u ?1 K8 |% g3 O* q# ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / f0 B% F( ?6 ]& A8 L$ X P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 [# w4 u0 a, N: P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 W$ x! s7 Q3 x% z/ {! s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " K) p4 b# V! X* g4 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, M# Z( n0 ], \. A. |: s9 | @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }! T5 k, Y9 e) Q5 K n* CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 I& G' N" |- x, cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , W8 y$ w: n) {; O; y( R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / p; q$ ~) I* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 o" y; {! l1 z/ f7 R7 e! w3 k; G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: W! |2 D: }5 c2 F m! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ~1 [6 Q, [+ @$ @0 e; `7 b4 l _8 T5 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 |* x9 E8 b* ?How you tried to set them free,
8 y9 u: T/ _: M S" Z8 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, : h) b, ^" b# A! X
Perhaps they never will. |
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