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. v9 K0 u: i- V3 C- k5 ~% u+ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 R: o; C8 i5 X/ A5 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ^$ i2 P3 C+ G) B5 V# z$ c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" N/ ~$ i$ G; F7 E" O6 X* HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 P4 o: O r. w( K. y5 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 s& q) e: v) ?How you suffered for you sanity, + ^' B/ ?5 m' `; o4 B4 c, {
How you tried to set them free,
0 H7 p/ M7 A9 d F! i9 p, xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( y3 S* C# W- |) ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& L" J6 D- z/ J# r5 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 i1 B5 c3 w$ L x7 K) j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / @& q8 k1 Q- x! g$ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! n% F5 C4 q7 w0 q7 F. q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 I% R! q! l B8 X/ A9 s, P. x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ |/ y( B/ c7 h' jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 j8 X* [( B* N% u: I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, P" H, \/ W8 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |0 A- T, m; I5 e, O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 t8 z0 D7 [, HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 }; ]; b& {9 t! Q& r$ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 i; ]' q/ T& hHow you suffered for you sanity,& E& U3 }& g% \" o3 ^
How you tried to set them free, ) J j& z6 W' U
They would not listen they're not listening still, - ^6 I2 Q9 N, ~ q9 L; a# i
Perhaps they never will. |
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