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( G# s" P+ a' A2 L8 Q# E9 F% oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / l k- f5 Y; |0 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Q: Y1 m% B: {8 g$ I/ Y$ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ c5 x7 ]0 S9 k& y8 X" t0 @2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & b z: G0 R* y: y' d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Q! X C R/ ~! g9 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ?$ U0 K4 s5 ]+ [3 l9 wHow you tried to set them free, / l/ u/ @1 k$ [5 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 n/ }) ~: a# w5 J+ p+ c5 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g; c- ~1 e7 v6 f( p* W7 p( _: S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, |6 E& O: n6 L& k, R$ [& l/ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: [+ m7 G% U6 t& U0 m, w% F5 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . x3 ^6 O$ t3 D- r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & t8 F" h1 `& j, K2 P6 e2 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: w) a6 M; c- e+ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v7 P9 i% K/ i, k6 T6 r1 @& p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 F# o# i4 {5 v& @1 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ~. ` H7 H) j+ X! {* VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. s1 }+ f& n0 q- a2 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ^: [- i( p4 x3 yThe 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, ( V$ p: `8 B8 w7 X' h$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
% D+ H. m7 _3 }0 y+ E% ^ I' `How you tried to set them free,
+ Z5 V# v4 Q: bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 i) t( X( Z5 O; u1 w% kPerhaps they never will. |
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