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8 G% g( o0 m3 z; o0 K' iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. S/ {% i) i, |) v% g j" y: ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / r: L v+ O( m# E7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ~; m) c2 c% h& l/ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. F+ @) H2 C0 r5 P; NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 Y- V3 q B; N0 D$ @3 a: b' o
How you suffered for you sanity,
& W7 [% O& x* l0 Y F4 EHow you tried to set them free, 2 K1 f. I3 l& \% a, D6 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) `2 S, G$ D, n# {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 U5 I- h* G$ y& q, W5 {! xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 Z6 I- \" S, R+ m7 k2 S+ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! X' x0 `- l. c& iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 m( ]2 q8 }& g) F9 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Y* f* i2 q {% j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 |, x+ |5 q8 G4 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) V C) b# N8 q& w2 p9 t V# aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 w0 L4 R/ f' q$ |& j5 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 x) \, I# L5 D7 U! r3 L9 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( s/ \6 R) ?+ p5 Z+ |/ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ?6 `( ^) _1 B* H# B1 R8 p, VThe 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, / `* H6 m. j. O$ c6 X% i. Z+ j4 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 J) \- K" f, ]How you tried to set them free, 9 `7 F8 p8 f2 }- D6 L9 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ x* @! O5 R, T+ q5 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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