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8 }9 d9 O1 o+ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 P( @1 g- c F6 w6 b6 Z; q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, f6 z3 a& T. G* j8 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& L7 L/ @: V7 e- H: B0 S7 m3 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 M6 g0 O1 T0 B8 o+ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" [7 c0 s2 l1 p1 l' r7 `2 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 d+ K/ v0 |( _4 _& cHow you tried to set them free,
2 `& ], Q7 K E7 [# T, o3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ~' P; @9 }& [# ?) j- Q3 v' ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% }7 |2 Q; u+ p! H, XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # u% W9 C& r! m; J J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % J% F1 Y; d. B, V1 \0 q
Weathered 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,
6 {6 V: V! i4 K& K W9 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' L4 n4 g' C8 ]6 s% DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; F! r& |( i* e8 I4 W8 E( J. s4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- z( e( H+ |6 b% fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% U$ D, `0 O2 s: P8 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 T4 B: c3 D# `* j% WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ~3 A, f+ @# Z4 L% q2 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 V" G# @, T' D8 y" [
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,
8 _/ k2 A& Y% E! o% ^* K, SHow you suffered for you sanity,) q9 ?' K1 B9 E! T2 N
How you tried to set them free, 6 h" E& R4 Z! c0 j6 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 a, i( \, a5 l$ a6 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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