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2 n' `+ r4 _; C& c' JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ]+ T1 k( A# V7 v3 L9 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ]3 W" p! A0 A0 b" {& ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: o6 w# M( j9 d! L0 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 N. |8 W8 o0 H: t! N+ `+ k& [" A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# l- v- R. X2 S/ l# T; H, AHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 I& i' {/ U( u; bHow you tried to set them free,
7 I# b, a' k* N! f: E; LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * f+ R& `$ d/ g9 ^9 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b* Y T" O* \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 `' q; L. q' B& m }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, v0 ?+ {) i2 m+ L
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, ( S$ ?3 J0 K4 b- c S0 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 c. h3 T+ P5 G+ ^1 a. h) U9 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 R7 ]; s# Q) L; }/ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 n, d; p; b( y- Z2 i: z2 p. YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 H0 u6 z' `8 S2 m2 R2 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! a* V! S2 o$ E$ G# F7 [( D* q/ g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! X* M+ E/ {# {# I) p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ N+ d- Z/ H9 R* m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ f1 \4 C0 s. a$ O* |5 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + {+ }: k0 T, f) }+ N/ \$ |2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
! L7 f Q5 V0 n. q% ]- m$ D' lHow you tried to set them free,
& |; y3 c4 S6 _, P+ Q" v7 S" GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 @- S `- X e* U7 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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