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z- q) h# X# Q8 K; d! kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; [. ]3 k7 _) O0 c7 h r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # r" \' C4 Z; x' I" A9 o2 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; j7 z+ S6 @0 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; G+ @) E9 d1 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Y+ s$ S6 j7 }0 z; g1 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
% }4 t8 Z' F+ M/ ~How you tried to set them free,
% C5 j; c$ e6 X4 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f0 y: ^8 G7 p Y, o$ K* NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : h# i5 y) J: y [7 N+ f" H' W, o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c) C! L* u. I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! z1 N" \4 ~- L! p6 R7 g
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, & w# K; ]; c5 g0 s5 Q" H% N- E; O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 B7 O9 @% p1 P6 y( ]3 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, J9 S$ p& d! i; `: F. i8 C- ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
; B# t) ]$ r* i& E ^' R; g% eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + G. Y$ g1 b: D" y# c3 c& w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : R- q% N# b( b5 H) }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, A# w" v- d3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. U+ I, _# O) E, s' [& vThe 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,
0 Z- k1 U/ J k, U- D6 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
: o! p# k8 k8 O8 b1 gHow you tried to set them free, ) i: ^5 |6 {+ c, Q* I. }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# H" A* }! r& v' q8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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