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/ A( o$ ?6 `1 w2 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 d7 {9 d6 V- D6 K" w/ f/ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % c; U. n$ G( |" s8 }! Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 B' Q3 s2 Z8 b! y% I) MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 N( Z5 C# P$ a& s2 H q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: a7 e' X6 G! s# o2 W0 I6 x4 F$ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x; |/ C9 j, t; E! d! WHow you tried to set them free,
$ Y* v, {7 u2 p7 y! X7 p! IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- T% ^6 C, R7 v* lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) }# H* N4 N. G2 o+ U3 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, w! E- M& {+ a# Q+ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ?; J' d: p! i2 R) X5 O8 a6 oWeathered 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,
) I5 H2 s- Y- Q, P% NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " b9 ^) u2 L" D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. |0 ~0 O1 ~( s) ]* `- f9 Q3 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( B, w! J5 q! B3 k- k$ @, {2 F7 Z$ J) [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) z$ j2 e& @" B& z7 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ x8 [& @5 B) j' x' s4 w% eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % x# f2 A; P i$ Y, |: Y7 g; f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . P. H3 n1 s2 u# q4 H- V
The 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, 9 d8 Y4 G2 x& j. B
How you suffered for you sanity,
^3 Y# x4 }8 {. VHow you tried to set them free,
- h( V1 ^/ }2 G9 V- sThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' u/ \1 }7 N( ?$ r% R( t- r
Perhaps they never will. |
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