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. v' n( o( _9 L$ `& ?& ]8 l) k9 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; I: Y4 N6 X9 }! t" sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 N" H \% p- }! \ [, wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' V. M( \( J6 @0 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; a4 U# p5 M' u9 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Z- Q/ ~( e6 w- O$ R8 r2 p* |* p
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 p$ [3 s! P b' Q! QHow you tried to set them free,
0 R( M) W( ]6 c, K. BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x5 J7 ]- |) hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" y ]+ D$ [" Q7 E {3 X5 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) w' z1 Y4 O# p6 r# T. sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- V2 t$ ^. l$ S) c) r0 L7 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ T1 j! m% Q" WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 A/ }( q! S* |& E6 ~: i- NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 c+ ^/ t; E+ u* J) X$ |* E4 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 L4 I( N* r0 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ]6 v) l& `4 M. A Q9 G A# h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : m9 `1 S) d3 c; c4 I; `" F3 e9 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 q; h9 T, Y5 ?9 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F0 r. |$ y4 v6 T2 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * _- L3 G* @# x5 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
- c3 ]: O) ^$ o4 _3 u0 a( h. [How you tried to set them free,
! U% }% d/ T+ EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 r3 ]8 ~6 r- f T5 p' H4 Y. ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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