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9 S3 `6 Y# [7 @" U! j$ Y" lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , _0 n. j$ u) J. L: ]/ _/ o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 B$ p7 D/ W. w, s* `1 ]2 {6 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 {, y6 `! U6 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 f/ K: g5 i, S( ^9 J9 ^) S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ^0 M5 L( u! @+ _4 c( AHow you suffered for you sanity,
' V1 S: x) u+ O( QHow you tried to set them free,
" [1 ^& v' d8 J3 `# K( e zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " n5 x" ^" H% e+ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 J n1 ^* t) \1 X' [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , g) ~( u0 }4 z0 A* q3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 g$ I5 Q; o7 [( Q+ \& W2 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& Q% u5 R! \9 p0 ?* UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) N' w$ T" N" K& ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 {$ B4 w! ^* j& ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) z$ T+ E# \. h2 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 \+ x. u+ o. _# w" S9 A2 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 }& c, p/ R% E8 F. |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. y9 O) C5 g4 x7 m7 t1 u! nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" S. \) C/ P' h( H7 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( P0 C6 a, x! b$ |- s" 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,
' J9 M7 f5 m$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
, p0 @; ?6 Q/ u& e% x8 wHow you tried to set them free,
4 V" K8 @ g! B0 I7 {They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m& [9 X! ~( u( X
Perhaps they never will. |
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