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" ^8 H8 V8 C( h7 H, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" h! x* f& t! Y1 t. {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ M' B' I% k" Z! k' \( s* l: iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! t. J! v. p) n0 A$ l. e: n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 U9 l( a9 s9 Z+ c, m# e. J0 n6 v; kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
^5 T$ Z3 m% [) C8 j4 H4 }How you suffered for you sanity,
) j5 l2 l0 B) THow you tried to set them free,
/ l, S) a X. g& Z: @9 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 a* C; \: A8 x1 J# N J9 k/ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 @3 g3 H4 W& z$ [6 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 R4 W0 a: R! `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 `2 `. S# d. {" p% z2 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , w% s- P1 T! f) `3 n$ I: G' j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 o4 w: g6 U( H$ P* zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : U1 h0 b8 s: R5 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " B* G4 R7 ^! t' d$ ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 F5 W( L4 J2 l9 {; CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ `" u w* ~; H( j3 B/ M' h3 V8 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : e4 D/ E( D" F1 [) @) Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Z# w5 n" C U( {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) T" `& m' J$ ^. ^8 l5 j* O* ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ L/ L& ~. F( Z! bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 X+ z: r+ Y$ J9 A% ZHow you suffered for you sanity,/ s! ]6 p1 w5 t- g9 O
How you tried to set them free, 4 ? N) Y4 h2 ]% o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 M% y! ]! s6 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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