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1 |/ T3 G: g3 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* [$ s+ C$ ?* j9 e$ ]5 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, s4 o0 b s! I1 Z; b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, c* R0 h5 \1 k7 g; S$ G- }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ l* q& f! a" n( G) Y& ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
d8 [- J, O& f6 l: jHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 l4 [, B% j- b' x
How you tried to set them free,
6 Y# z# _0 ^! L" }* h; u. r! }' B# jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
k0 Q- j6 l" d$ I$ V6 E7 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Y7 a/ ]# Z* O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z8 }8 c: A2 d& M$ A8 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , O/ _: e9 V, O8 W! |" W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 T: F: L9 `, a* T1 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 x8 \) a% S9 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : C1 J `( I; \# P5 l* B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 V2 ^; O: K3 r' _* @2 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, # }9 R% n3 x. ~0 k# u4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) N. U8 b8 i- _% v! ^3 j* O. T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* s2 _) R) n" fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " D) P! l( ^7 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J- d2 Z7 x4 }# Y' W8 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ G0 {% T6 ]# y' K) v# NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 l* c# e. z' q
How you suffered for you sanity,. ?% O7 j/ ~* ?/ }* o: {: x+ Y$ V% S. _
How you tried to set them free,
) f% K! H1 R2 m3 Q& y" tThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ u! |+ l! D% m3 H" U; o) x* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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