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4 [5 k& T8 s, PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 X3 g7 S1 t9 f8 q8 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 k* x) Q/ {. O: ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; z$ F5 [ i: b& b# \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & @. w- u# ^) a7 c& Y7 a/ k- e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 q8 u1 W1 P( h! s& u! I
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 U( x' D5 I4 x, G. ^& RHow you tried to set them free,
6 {. z2 s8 M5 m: n, d& @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) o& u4 Z4 s5 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 |3 \7 x- ]% t) E t& O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N# e, c/ Z, s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 B# h2 J0 t/ q yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; |: L: s4 l4 E7 d `8 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ w7 M5 B* e. ]3 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 E* i2 f* H4 ?! V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 u2 f: x. H: r: UBut I could have told you, Vincent, m/ L& l* _) w$ H! X9 o1 b+ m3 L) ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + H! l) A" W. @$ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - h9 I0 t! d) y8 D1 N4 @% b. H" f1 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 u9 v# P% V6 C( o. [- R B& ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 |, \. T' Q1 s# fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 V$ X0 X8 C. t. U% K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Y+ b- y$ ~* v. GHow you suffered for you sanity,
( n @8 v* S; w: pHow you tried to set them free,
) P5 |6 J# x( w9 {! p( p Y/ w, B9 r7 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, * T& ]) W: O, t0 d+ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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