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& v! ?5 }, m( c9 `$ l7 T @7 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; t d, h+ R( a, \+ n6 M; A% }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' k [- p1 q w. lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' b5 h; d( ?) S! Q& e" M2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# d" g' @6 P! qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 V5 r" M. {$ G, s& P( L6 l; b! I
How you suffered for you sanity, * u: W6 L( G/ [, u2 ~+ C% u( }. I
How you tried to set them free,
& Z' S, O9 [7 e9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - o7 f: {! Z) U! e6 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 e+ C4 l: x1 z. K) T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # d/ d) S/ W% e$ d: j7 H: \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% N) {3 r* L: u6 [; I/ R3 pWeathered 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, 7 v, Z2 F& V! |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; p" ]3 I& G, r# B$ }1 I6 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) h) K1 K2 s& [$ c- O5 \4 x. m0 l8 }! PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( N8 H2 P! i9 b- e; R* ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & r1 g+ b7 f) z' N, U9 m; X4 \
1 f$ Q4 L; x0 S5 k0 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : C/ J* \- m* ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 g; l( j$ a7 s' eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 `8 t) F2 Y( Y% c! ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 H+ A) s( J3 p2 X5 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k- I) @' p2 a6 U2 T
How you suffered for you sanity,7 C( D# S) y3 T' `7 r; d; V
How you tried to set them free, : ]: }# s" \3 Z; i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) d) P2 p! O; oPerhaps they never will. |
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