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4 Q7 w5 \/ a) ^9 p( N M' }! ]2 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^( h$ r( F9 b, F" P( u& {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 o$ e. I: L7 Q; s* G V+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 F9 [- x+ f6 y4 S) ~4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& D, k, N( Q c+ k4 Y0 R+ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' ~' V! x6 O% a
How you suffered for you sanity, / `6 o) `1 w& ~# z) r( d
How you tried to set them free,
5 X$ w5 F7 q% q: t/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * S. H4 ^! e. b) m& z0 t% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 D2 B- w% `1 @8 C; I$ F: B G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * j: B0 Q* F1 C. z2 Y/ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 v7 S3 w! R- \! N* d4 J, W! o ]3 \8 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! j% q- ~% ]& \" B2 O; x, |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( E* v0 F" l% z, s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' k& P3 ^- a1 G( w1 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 [( f* j# ^! D( pBut I could have told you, Vincent, - d! q6 O; Q9 _% T* W+ L5 W3 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 \1 v- z6 i# w" ~$ H" M, p" S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 y% A/ G5 Z, ?7 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, F! P0 u! C% H8 e; J5 C1 T" xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 v0 [+ \, ?/ C0 h; d4 b5 o+ A
! V4 q% j- E' jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 O6 M( m% y3 [& P U' j
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 a7 L' p3 l1 I$ h5 o2 t( CHow you tried to set them free,
# ~# W) |. i: b v) i! `- I/ hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' R0 m. p) z& i6 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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