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' N4 n$ ]5 C8 o* \7 \& `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. G" Z8 B, {9 s) d9 c: \8 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# O4 K' Q5 l+ n5 i) Q7 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) M6 ~! T' D+ h KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; J1 e) D8 @0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. D; }8 s+ S( X n9 k; F. K
How you suffered for you sanity,
% W. j* C. V q9 WHow you tried to set them free,
; J- E/ k7 y- g) c2 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , x4 t. K8 S. e9 A' X0 X3 T4 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + [+ w. t) J# A3 W- ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& \; \" M& B+ ` y) G% MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- c+ S& D- j4 E3 |4 d& s; SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 j) W" b, h+ y, xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ I4 D! B1 F$ ]% zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& O7 M- U1 v; TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' F; l+ e+ R. O7 G: sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 J$ j8 p& ^! q1 s( l# e1 S6 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; v$ d% G# D6 Q; G) Z& z+ i" z( c
# a7 E6 N, F. Z1 y, jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' d; i6 G0 D& T6 f d5 O L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ~7 H) _3 A/ v: _8 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& C! D% k0 B) F$ e+ K6 `7 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " P7 |' u b% L# s/ P+ v. v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
E9 e) ^* @, T& r1 D) BHow you suffered for you sanity,6 N8 Y/ Z @6 X: S
How you tried to set them free,
; n( U B0 Y# W/ h3 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 X- Q" t( L6 I/ S" IPerhaps they never will. |
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