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( ?7 J7 k8 h5 P2 ^9 Q- i; ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 G( U3 @. Z |9 X4 m# E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, p, F( B1 G- G% tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G% a1 d o( x4 v l0 M2 K) U/ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ h( |$ d9 ^! H) p& S+ ^, v; r* xNow I understand what you tried to say to me," P; y9 q2 `" |& L4 c+ I
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 {8 M1 y R. r* y; f. \
How you tried to set them free,
) u6 t2 s- O, p+ u* n/ iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( H0 Y2 b8 l6 X* L4 |8 O# iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; b" e$ G/ A( y% m$ u9 {, xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 \& P9 o; ~, S, v6 |9 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( l* S& _- e; D1 s1 h2 I- k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 @3 j) a {$ X4 c. L( d) OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Z% f7 V8 L8 u3 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! S- ^: j; r: ]5 \ ^1 {9 G# H& s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 Q* {6 z' I- [$ h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ {; f5 L& J& J$ @9 [& b9 D/ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- P. q) z$ p4 _+ SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# \8 i1 Y r! T( {# cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r% h8 u2 ^( J( ^0 U* dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, x* C# C8 y6 r+ X AThe 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,
4 t7 Q6 }. V+ K" m# O/ X# i5 `How you suffered for you sanity,0 [5 g0 Y$ h: M- e
How you tried to set them free, 3 Q% J2 z$ g9 y, \- N2 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' `8 l% ~* C, s1 O$ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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