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' s2 G8 L6 ~, p! vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 O- |, E0 y; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 t; m" Q5 K; E. wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 w* \/ ~' A. U5 c2 O J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; B8 t# }( j, W0 |; q2 R7 e" lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 B$ g" k+ P, M* O* b4 k
How you suffered for you sanity, * ~& U0 I8 v) m0 u
How you tried to set them free,
* J' N- I* J! }% x4 |9 g( QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - S3 ^8 R9 h' Y0 U, n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # b3 G, y* h A5 L9 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 C6 T+ W( V n( _" o; Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 T" M2 ^0 v- _* Q4 b7 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: J- M4 B' f% @, lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 a) q" D1 N: ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 X# R9 S- F. B' [" D4 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; v9 M Y; ?5 [9 R BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 H8 z) `% t# c! FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 }& b b# J+ n5 v" r; [. i! y$ kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; D' d6 a( c7 U1 D: O: h/ E2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^; w% g0 W. F% [7 u! m$ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / R+ U' h- Q" ]1 ^
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, , [7 _" @" D# D7 z0 t g/ @2 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 G& c" p4 Q& Z# ~4 k0 ?/ b) y; Z! }4 FHow you tried to set them free,
, N8 _$ n2 G+ h1 E$ \1 F( bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* B3 l' d9 [/ z/ p. g# [, M5 uPerhaps they never will. |
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