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^) k/ v2 F* M, `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ^( W. G( M- T) k2 b1 Z- z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Y! w1 v0 F6 n+ a) ]; x0 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* J6 h& Q8 Q: t5 \5 e, @4 ^9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Y0 W4 b" p ] I4 Z6 t o) ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& L+ b- ^$ B% Y. b6 e# j
How you suffered for you sanity, / R4 h; s* o' a5 }* J
How you tried to set them free,
$ E8 [' V, n# ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& G( X$ v" h$ G4 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' z) S5 p9 J" l" n* eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& w5 M* d# m8 b( v* RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' S/ z9 C8 }# y0 S" [7 _7 W! z9 Y
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,
2 u P8 y5 ]% X5 x/ z9 ~! FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; L; q" ^* F3 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 h. ^9 s1 I% R4 a2 X/ H. m2 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! n) O! p) v1 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( U0 e1 }5 s; ~4 L0 S: P8 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & | i) K7 k. e4 O% P4 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) {' \/ v3 r& `1 F. i$ k# T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' \8 |3 d1 g: w8 w
The 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,
1 q# x2 Y& C N+ ]$ Q8 L' _% nHow you suffered for you sanity,/ a3 v3 S% s( B7 P) [: U( @# h. {
How you tried to set them free,
6 F& p6 I# g: d; ]1 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 n2 m# {7 {' o( wPerhaps they never will. |
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