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+ u" A E) s. F9 i) R8 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - [; L. S1 J9 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 S2 i% v. l4 x& {! ^; R zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F! h8 ^8 g: Q4 p) @/ S- W8 \0 y6 g. `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Q6 C/ b4 w" u6 o) \% v; r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 i( u/ i0 n1 k" S8 s8 Q$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' L2 H5 U0 K- T* _+ m" D; q: MHow you tried to set them free, + ?& I7 L0 i0 k& s: c2 B# d' D: j, t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / L5 m# U, }3 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, f# Z i; K/ ^+ L5 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# Y( s- K0 R5 `0 t U1 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 }: l' r0 n. h* r: i4 M5 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' x' e+ x; P, z' P) w& UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ r, E! K( N! V9 q1 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 T" [, W' ?0 t. S2 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, y' x ?' _% A- C" U. g, X0 N( IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ s d1 h8 `) c# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - E) g3 ^8 p- N `5 {# K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! C# Y4 ^0 l5 \9 [% {- n$ |% P8 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; q6 \' O3 `2 g' E: B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 [ S$ _% r% x& S$ ~5 B: F" |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 v- F& i7 C* kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# a* A6 I i' pHow you suffered for you sanity,5 M. k' ]3 Y z0 Q
How you tried to set them free, . A1 I& m3 [% ^: e2 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' ~0 m# g4 M' ]: }4 N7 OPerhaps they never will. |
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