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7 \5 a3 L, b7 q3 ~- RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- L/ k9 f( R lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 L4 D- q" W- z$ M; H$ I+ [9 |5 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% o2 \$ a7 v4 _2 Y9 R8 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Z$ C: E% k% [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Y9 S$ K5 z: vHow you suffered for you sanity,
* Z3 w# k' w& u0 aHow you tried to set them free,
9 h, F! K1 `4 ?3 ] I& hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: b3 f' [. e- F( h2 [6 [# ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # j4 h4 l, u: i8 U! f) l1 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Y7 |) ?4 e9 |% w V }2 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 z! d/ e8 Q6 H9 ?. ^! C$ D9 D2 q DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. b9 W, ~' a D& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; T( ~, G2 E/ k7 Q3 G0 O5 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 w5 L; F; P# N* L* I1 k, n0 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& f. C* k- _, Q [! Y/ @0 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 c! a& C/ s7 q; n3 q9 U1 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 Q' O1 E3 A" L( JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. a& E, I$ b3 l n+ c$ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Q- ?9 h( M s& I1 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I- o8 u( T: C6 d' i+ p6 H8 a1 T" }
- N$ M3 x! ^4 l) k% mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 D, ?3 c5 K, W W
How you suffered for you sanity,! s) V5 A, h( W0 k' ?
How you tried to set them free, 6 w! X b0 I" f7 t/ H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; \$ y- R- t) P7 }Perhaps they never will. |
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