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% u3 I3 h) \: F6 E( g9 L" Q) gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 }' s; F9 X3 ~- o! N$ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 n% Z, k N5 z9 u; aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V* L- u. G# M2 ^5 o8 P7 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 D" o, c( {+ E) ]! w1 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Z/ E7 {) `6 J, M7 q2 y) o: B( V( ?How you suffered for you sanity, , |' S' Q3 k; C' _( [( [ O/ Y* g
How you tried to set them free,
2 M' g' R+ l( O& pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 o, e. q4 o! z3 w! _2 h7 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . m) `" J- Y- b }9 f: g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : O Z$ d0 p# D& E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. i. c& j; |' `1 ?( J2 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 t* e0 H/ q" y7 Q( Z7 m4 e q
/ Z0 o3 i8 J1 {9 {1 I0 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - I A( X7 d l2 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 b2 X4 r K# s7 A4 o% D) a2 X# QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ R' c$ l5 W% T9 S9 y9 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 u# z# Z* q& e3 X, }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ r! J- e* G; V9 C# b$ h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 q) g( X4 `1 X7 _; V# ~% eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 Q9 X, @" X' p6 i0 i1 ?( t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! I4 }' o0 S2 U3 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 s! V: D! ?; o) O3 o5 G$ w* e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! J; ]; R% z2 v8 D8 A/ }. \1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 c3 p) Z1 H* O+ h$ iHow you tried to set them free, 2 x8 F- @7 B( n6 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 m/ \6 p8 {- q. x$ m6 `- H8 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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