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$ @$ t1 |$ k% P2 x/ D) OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 o6 @2 ]2 U8 W, g& b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ~8 Y9 V0 c& q }. m- R( Q }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, x$ q: t* C% S: B; k# J1 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' o" b" P8 R7 c/ p; n6 h7 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, V/ J0 A( C. b8 {1 c4 g9 O
How you suffered for you sanity, + _+ K/ B5 a1 Y. d3 L2 y
How you tried to set them free,
. r( f! q/ V/ i7 L" RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 ?- e8 v+ l1 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 h* Q* ?2 r& _/ S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 c' S, T" f. O8 H' pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& m0 d# D0 x& N6 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 U( u6 t. Y: r; C7 J, o: G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ]3 @/ F6 K. U' RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 G. K" r; B+ |1 D2 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) N+ S. B' d, O' L; w- |But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 n1 |6 i! e. F7 Z1 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 b" Z& Y; a. E. w4 }5 q$ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) s: w! a. H$ x; }% e+ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 t" [% h* y9 H G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: }0 T% k# z/ [. B7 Y) XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" ]' t* N" r- GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" u" O0 j1 X) l: G- c3 y3 eHow you suffered for you sanity,4 W# R R! [5 Z. k
How you tried to set them free,
, [" U1 P' b5 |" J' |0 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" L6 }7 W& u: NPerhaps they never will. |
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