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`2 J8 a p2 M4 ^8 p: PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 o! y# ?. j. }2 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: r( J7 G& I& m0 b% ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f. Z4 |7 c Y, r5 k: QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / R6 E3 O8 [- Q! ]$ ^1 l9 s' {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# H$ A7 o, V& E3 m ]How you suffered for you sanity,
" w( @! R) a* UHow you tried to set them free, I5 L. e: {0 X: M* U9 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, }, E( h! v5 r# E5 F' Q# EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / i5 G- d* }1 R- r C0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Z7 u: H% H8 i# ]/ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 A, P$ z! |/ h( ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 h5 [3 w3 [3 u; r- CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 W+ s S7 ], n' Y; GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 S8 h. {+ X3 B4 H. r8 f1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * u1 P( f6 [) N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! a9 d: d, K' Y4 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! i9 \" g1 l) C- o; V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 U6 D. {* ]! M4 v2 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 O/ S- x7 T7 |! i5 R% C
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, 5 |& u/ I2 K' S6 N2 Y* i' E
How you suffered for you sanity,2 N/ A, M8 ~/ d/ `
How you tried to set them free,
& w" S7 ^' C$ x/ Q5 h' x7 Y* d N! DThey would not listen they're not listening still, * d* \( A3 d# v" {5 ?! P
Perhaps they never will. |
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