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7 a1 D l6 C7 Q. wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ \# X6 M- K( _! O: p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- c0 C Y1 V, R% n4 r9 T+ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, s$ |6 f8 D# j7 H- T3 q" WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. b0 z8 T; M5 E" K7 R: }; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ^. G+ m9 O7 ]0 Y: t* s
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 w' v4 l$ D0 x6 xHow you tried to set them free, 8 k) @5 _. G I/ X; F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ }; ~$ |( X, H& x, v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 w' s8 [( ]2 U3 u& j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! q- F+ i5 b3 B) k( XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( _8 Z$ P7 n/ X$ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- _* j; d$ ]8 t1 a& i/ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; y0 ]6 H4 ~, E3 c, U* E) K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 w3 M8 r3 b8 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % S- {; A, F( G* n- H1 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, & o# I7 [+ ^4 R2 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 R+ z& ^9 ^) B! T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( W2 {5 X$ _$ S" Z! fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 I* X s3 k0 E1 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) D- ~- X7 v" A6 N1 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 X S, h' e* V; C5 b" g0 Y6 J% DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . `; j5 D' k) H7 Y" r
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ~: ?. S/ o- j! _5 HHow you tried to set them free,
3 W9 @$ v4 r' d6 g( k% y; WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 ]7 _5 r! ?4 b3 g4 d5 OPerhaps they never will. |
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