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( \3 i, W( C& |5 U) `. e5 t% z9 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - @: _' Q3 D3 b3 Y1 C' F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- W# F. A- D4 i, z! F# TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 F5 K! T2 Y8 f' ^8 y, z& LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ X! A' B, }9 E( jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) ~7 ^& U9 t: i8 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
* X. Q4 T- T+ ?. [- |# ~1 YHow you tried to set them free,
- G0 y/ Q( V2 v( k0 x, O; k8 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) P$ p- O% y/ D7 I3 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 x0 I% ]& f3 ]) f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, e' T0 [1 K! z" ?; I# cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# g. h2 S. e C! W& dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 l. ^9 h; i1 O$ G. g1 u( RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . C# ?/ B2 \4 v5 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& c0 }+ ^7 b! W% U( V! m2 B- T) s+ EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 w4 n' a5 @ M. t( { A; p
But I could have told you, Vincent, - R2 [( U+ K2 G) B; @4 P8 }8 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 N% p; z0 y, m! o9 ]5 y
g: [" I7 }4 B! M* X) C6 S0 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. u7 W0 f; }/ N: f+ ~6 y4 G5 I9 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% }2 e i4 v. w3 i9 u- OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : @* o% R' U. t7 G% D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 y, r+ J6 ^7 N3 ?! R7 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% A; O( f" ]; VHow you suffered for you sanity,
( @6 X/ D. x, OHow you tried to set them free,
1 X8 B: l& Y- Q" }; IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" C- ^. A; \# I# b9 jPerhaps they never will. |
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