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/ z' A Y! r9 H6 A3 Q; RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Y; w0 N O% ~6 p6 p1 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& E- ], Z5 ^) c3 r7 c& x; o+ B. bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 _" \8 J, r0 j! g5 |# j$ r* @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , `9 ~+ \2 _) S: `" n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- K* A8 m+ K/ T1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ) N4 P8 L0 R$ f; a# h! B
How you tried to set them free, " U' v' U) ^1 d5 o2 `! R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! v$ j/ s4 H, x' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) {: D: V$ C4 X! g# |3 i. h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / x2 \7 K5 P7 u& |8 w: V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
U/ E M, R% V% j3 v* rWeathered 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, ; f* ^8 J4 p% y- _$ ]( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 J/ h7 H6 K4 B: E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& B/ A R3 g8 b7 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) S8 O U, ~; mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # @9 J- A' k" h+ Y3 q8 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 F# m' v; l) ^+ Q5 A0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. i: ]' ^& a/ c6 O! M, SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& b- J7 r5 Q' H/ N! ^* f* WThe 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, ]5 ~7 {# E* f m$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,. n3 C m& F4 K7 n7 ?
How you tried to set them free, ; ^$ t' u9 n6 q; P4 p) E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, d/ M7 c# |4 F( M- [/ |Perhaps they never will. |
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