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4 x, P9 X3 O; J+ K9 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # f# ~8 |) `" g" r- ?( ?7 d' Z& Q& P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 A8 h7 j0 T# F, Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. u) ]* S8 k. ]$ H) T& M0 P* @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; P; I& O) |: u* S& L7 f( F# W3 R9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. z, e- Z4 h5 `( _ v/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity, / Q7 F6 e3 b$ I2 _6 H% W
How you tried to set them free,
$ K8 c5 Y) w6 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ D5 m5 ^! Q: n" g5 ~0 F4 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ?( A* I! J# f6 H( ~, F/ s, H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , U+ I( N$ t% `6 y% A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' _9 ~3 F5 s4 O9 m
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, 6 h* ]8 g4 f; x Z% H/ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ A. K9 M# c# M$ j6 |# A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 z z: n/ j6 U; Q% g: X4 c1 f- B' C
But I could have told you, Vincent, [9 {" b& W! J3 S8 ]4 a) `8 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& @0 ], s v: A; e- k( A; B1 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( |' }: o+ U% l* Y3 G2 }: o, D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ \8 `; `( \- {" `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % d& K1 n& f: Z( ~; i0 ]* J& k) H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ K3 j$ @4 Z( B5 y% r) d* e) z! _How you suffered for you sanity,
3 @6 x( m+ ~6 f8 v! _+ wHow you tried to set them free,
: x+ g4 }; p9 s0 _They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 w; t, B( e" H. k
Perhaps they never will. |
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