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- [/ U l9 Q% _5 {% dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ~$ b$ n, M7 C8 J9 w# X' J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ]7 f+ R1 d* d- l( b3 q/ O8 S3 ?5 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 A( G, A0 _- Y% Q y0 m6 Q5 D( V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Y8 U" Y: I$ a5 w+ S! P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& f0 \5 G& z) o/ h6 L' h
How you suffered for you sanity, B& `9 z1 R5 ^7 u* a% C5 V
How you tried to set them free,
8 j5 N9 g3 B5 V; e3 i8 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 @% c) ?# G, j; P8 p5 i: p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, W( T# F& i! E& ], fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % N! V3 a8 N" i5 D8 [5 A. ?1 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 O- R' N7 w" x4 ?% l$ YWeathered 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, . L6 M6 `) Y: h5 v. \; M7 \ g+ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ j& J2 u# r6 [. Z5 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* m, X; h6 P9 g. {; g( b/ t( DBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' N- z3 q" U; N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & t" y6 P, [' s' _9 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) b+ @& D# m& w2 v2 ^7 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 F" S/ i9 a7 T' X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 W; b0 K# ^% `; n5 l" i7 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" @: h! p0 w1 a7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * O/ D7 m4 a$ b0 M( W0 Z! \
How you suffered for you sanity,
. b4 q- Q2 A8 ~1 ZHow you tried to set them free,
/ y4 I. `2 {8 V+ J+ wThey would not listen they're not listening still, # O( j4 ~; s' M# e" N( G4 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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