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! j$ H8 C6 U$ {5 _9 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Y: K- `1 t* ?/ b) rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& v9 p* g# Y3 S1 o# N0 d. u) A6 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% S' G8 w+ s6 c( S2 h# m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [2 G; z* Z2 A+ }, C/ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~" E! k/ B+ t& u# }9 {- vHow you suffered for you sanity,
# z/ g2 O8 F8 z6 {4 dHow you tried to set them free,
3 s$ o* ~3 {5 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( g! x/ Y: P' Q! A/ @4 z: [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G/ `3 a; i( l q9 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" w$ G; Y& a* AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( Q, k" w5 Q3 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' |* D4 H( m1 H& V# EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g' U+ R: l# b8 _0 v/ U0 }$ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 c- ^0 ?( q) ~. S; w" X( y r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 h1 f3 q- ?/ m% ^* u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- u+ t9 z6 s) d7 M$ g0 [- N; lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( J8 d5 ?& b/ R1 M4 K
8 H% v6 D, n0 T- u* @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; U" Y% v8 x+ B% o3 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * `, W5 q% \3 }' }2 W- |: w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 A$ [4 U; ?. J9 O, N4 c2 |3 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 Q1 Y5 G4 F) ?; e, ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " t& d4 c' C! N4 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
* M* M S0 ?, HHow you tried to set them free,
2 y; u m3 x+ N) b5 b" }& B' PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 Q5 I1 j: G: S/ JPerhaps they never will. |
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