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1 C3 F. S0 d1 ?; qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 W+ c: }& P. f) F7 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& d0 @: s L0 G1 Y3 _! p$ W6 b& B4 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 M8 q( a9 C9 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 y! k W- i0 @% NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 {9 _& ~3 n- m DHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 M: T: p6 _/ n
How you tried to set them free,
/ l/ h4 ^0 L# {) {7 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 V6 i8 x+ b& E& U3 g! g2 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! }+ b* y. ]( [/ h! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
n8 g/ T- B# L) v: v8 n& aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ]4 Y1 ]/ f4 M' \' d
Weathered 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,
* D) }% f& P' [5 F' I. AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d. x& v; _3 c; f" n5 _& d1 M7 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 B# E0 H: \- o2 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 L! L8 m- h" Y) P' w. \( oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ R P) x2 `4 M# X- O k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 l" o. D$ V- T/ ?9 b+ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" f7 z6 \1 c. F7 D4 S8 Q3 K7 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 {7 Z, X; X4 u' W' ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) L' X4 \& r2 W/ h" X7 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 a4 z# ~! a J: m2 S" L% g4 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
! F: d/ ]" ], {* [. ~: I& UHow you tried to set them free, 1 C8 p6 N% }" ?$ R) L$ l. ~& \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ y1 L! S# a0 D: D8 j/ ]8 BPerhaps they never will. |
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