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4 w6 d8 q- c& E; a) {& N. c8 E- `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# `. a* c5 {9 S6 L( _4 n9 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
i$ N( H+ b0 E; p* ?1 V' h+ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ~* i- Z$ a) M$ ?. @6 J/ L" K& [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ g4 G! b. z# g0 V+ W; r. h% n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `0 b3 h# f; i" |- XHow you suffered for you sanity,
" U" c$ F7 J8 A' C4 eHow you tried to set them free,
+ ]# B; s" @# T+ l9 h9 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( t! H7 _( n: T3 Y* yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - H* l; U6 P' T0 R/ L: V/ X% {6 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / h3 [$ s' h8 J8 T! W- S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 g. t- |2 v, Y4 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 y5 n) g# q6 I+ v, jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + C1 o* ^+ @/ J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' g/ Z0 H$ ?5 t: |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. z* _3 Y- V, {, {3 t9 C' s ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
# a. ~; V4 Y' U* PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 X; F0 m$ P3 E4 T: q5 n4 n. NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 T; e0 h, N R: w: IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 c3 b7 r! F& _( k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ u. o# Q) a9 b( d S' X( M5 L/ T( RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % f- C3 _0 q5 m q- E+ a- K. L3 V6 I& |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 } i5 _! t' {& h9 k) w- lHow you suffered for you sanity,1 S( q( m" e/ \+ c) Q" J5 _
How you tried to set them free,
, @3 E8 r* K: p, |6 y7 V% v$ wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 g4 x/ N5 A0 K3 n9 lPerhaps they never will. |
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