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+ w+ K# w. w3 G+ T P2 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ?* @- g( C+ A2 `8 e" BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 T2 V! [7 \0 o" m( m3 b: r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, z2 P2 ^& i2 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) }, V' O' G/ h4 {# a) G* T9 Z% ~, _% A6 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 I1 T) R4 k5 [; c A/ P
How you suffered for you sanity, $ }2 a) E" J6 S+ \, n: Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ P$ G! I4 G, e' z7 Y- aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j% }7 v8 Y; c- a" K& qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* x# p3 g/ r7 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& H6 _) f- H3 y8 L* p# ^2 F( L; d7 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + r4 n- X* B% D( d- X& P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ x. e7 z4 `+ H9 w- L; zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) X- E7 a6 o* a7 E( ]/ F1 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 e. \4 f% n! O* W! w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ^; B/ E, c% B, Q nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% m$ A* G) V- o- F# _: m* J- e% AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; M! [0 ]( b Z1 X* d4 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 u4 _# T7 b" ^. q* D+ m, VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~: ~. i, ?- I& b) b4 i8 wThe 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,
4 F/ C' x0 m6 j/ B2 iHow you suffered for you sanity,5 R& H7 z% s( B) P0 s7 H
How you tried to set them free,
, W5 K0 \4 W5 l# bThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ^! r, ]4 u# I4 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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