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4 f4 i7 H- S- v) RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 [& j9 E. G. U+ ]: S. x3 V( pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ^3 a3 Y1 s3 v' Z4 [ S1 E4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: t* M1 S$ j& C( f: K' B# pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) A4 k1 _: M) E% j2 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me," V, Y I9 \, K8 B1 O* ]; z& {
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H; ~" U0 i, D) y1 \How you tried to set them free,
; M0 z- V1 Z) m9 i0 @# I+ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 C9 j4 i: l- R& A; b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w* I0 @; ^4 s) V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 b# I% y9 X, m8 F& LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Y1 d" y7 V. q. {) e. J6 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 [; Z' b- |6 S) ]" `4 U# p& R. o
. n; h. D$ h/ K; P6 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & b3 @7 \( a* O1 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 h+ O+ c4 |% e% k& _: n% q. n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, u5 _0 E4 x- J( o, \+ N% _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" N5 f; W3 j( p5 Q% oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 L6 \, S0 V" |$ j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 p/ p; Q, e4 H$ g, V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G: q4 n+ i$ y$ V9 z; }
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,
: D- @& h! }! t- ^! g7 _$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,$ C. o# T3 n) w
How you tried to set them free,
* W7 w+ {3 m& CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" G" h' S) ^4 w$ V3 M0 o# n3 m* mPerhaps they never will. |
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