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4 n( H! {" r( n- {: S) F) D. C$ P, CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; G# I& M, z1 F3 d- ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! y. h7 g- y' j4 @- [* I6 {% eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- F* f( `3 D4 z4 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) J0 @7 z* c% }. I! A0 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 ~. z6 n* y* O2 C8 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ~/ E& I5 n7 x; gHow you tried to set them free,
2 O4 K; Q9 q; A3 O2 w" Y6 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' X1 J, \, k$ U! x% V/ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# l3 [/ v% @1 W( s4 t3 c2 I7 \# o% hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ a- ?5 {" n* F1 x; g$ z* D- iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W3 h- w/ i4 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 X \& u9 c+ b, Q% C: ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , q% b8 S; Q3 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! e- E5 e% S- Q4 Y2 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; a G) X4 K/ X1 S) I2 D" L( _% vBut I could have told you, Vincent, % H- {6 Q+ `2 W1 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y4 {% A! G3 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! l* x |' t8 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + S! p& f! I H9 m4 m$ H: ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, m* s# Z( j3 p* Y" M6 u* B
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,
- D& u. {' S) N' L' z& ?How you suffered for you sanity,
/ V, a' I7 w' X9 XHow you tried to set them free,
; d) i z- G: K6 w- iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 L1 ]' P5 i7 E0 vPerhaps they never will. |
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