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" R8 k% R% @2 \1 _$ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ R& Q0 Q D! P& F2 ?8 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ |* h, |- C* n- F, c% W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; C0 S9 V9 }3 Q( n! i6 J( m$ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( y7 q- @9 H" wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Z& D- \' b, A* F6 B* pHow you suffered for you sanity,
, N5 p4 J @: |: }" |How you tried to set them free,
3 {( S2 l+ L; ?# l6 n3 T, l) wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( A% u, t |4 c! x$ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . f W x* ~2 A! x* B" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( r1 X3 p @( M% J( @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . `5 r4 |8 I4 X7 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 H+ ?0 i" L$ Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 A- F, U7 `( t- m8 T) VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 B) O$ N! v; d ^0 i, n# A1 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, + F- l+ ~. O/ V* ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& U6 z; U2 O. l0 K+ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 g: ]( N# C! {5 G4 b8 [
: `* j9 R' K L/ b! p gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 [; K6 @; f- v0 M& N: Q$ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ b Q+ M. @9 P- r" q" PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Y! g( c6 [$ Z4 i' M
The 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, 3 ^( h( \4 t; V4 \: f* [- |; ^
How you suffered for you sanity,) I; m2 @; E+ o+ T$ {1 @- N
How you tried to set them free,
' k: O* {, B/ u" z$ ^* s- \They would not listen they're not listening still,
( V1 P" ^' j7 z3 @3 i" w; V: rPerhaps they never will. |
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