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9 J3 g4 {% O8 q5 {; [, L: U) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) w; [8 H( C/ ?4 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 K: A" a3 O5 B6 x0 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ^8 b7 m2 k: tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' N2 Q4 x4 R4 r0 w! BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 E- l, u! p, \( W% JHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 M- s, X8 U9 n! u
How you tried to set them free,
$ [* M7 O7 | J9 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 o+ }7 e- s) }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( V# w9 ]# z- l2 U- M% [. j2 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " i( o0 b( b6 ^" {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {. A. i3 {0 V/ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' u9 N. n B! H# ]5 ]
" K4 t; e6 e8 [% I0 M) LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 G0 H/ D1 o' L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 h ?& U4 k( I d# G2 X) b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 y2 X* H. c% e8 L4 |0 r7 a3 X4 y5 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( {+ R5 g" ^2 l4 L1 ~2 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / s" z1 u E) A0 l8 P8 E0 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; O, B" [4 I( b8 j( _$ d6 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 @9 L/ Y$ v q H$ k0 KThe 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, 6 |9 H; H/ _$ l& |3 r
How you suffered for you sanity,1 s/ Z$ I- S* K! K. c, y
How you tried to set them free, 4 v' L7 ~0 H0 M5 D0 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) r6 R. R4 C0 ^- j( q
Perhaps they never will. |
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