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K; @- _4 h2 ~* |$ U5 L8 r( BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 I# r0 J1 q, U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 H# m7 o# j7 W0 ~5 M9 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% s0 d) |4 S. f8 l3 C" ^0 r7 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 x- r( `- @2 X8 d4 k2 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& N" x- q8 L; H. n% tHow you suffered for you sanity, " t# s8 Z+ a2 g- R: R
How you tried to set them free, ' E. p+ p7 f# n9 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' d7 J) x/ m1 ^" K6 d2 h7 t! y) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G- ?6 N5 a6 R! w9 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; m! J# I% U4 _4 K- MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Y, f' T m7 A0 s! B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 _( R: N3 |& f- O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 A$ [5 x9 j. C4 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( s+ E3 D+ ^2 L" [" B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 @* V7 k5 {& W2 w7 e. E3 h, \But I could have told you, Vincent,
- e+ i! o5 ^/ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - O7 A+ c1 `1 K, f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 j0 q0 Q/ B2 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, K& ` V: s3 @; m/ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 _+ ]8 \6 z" @. Z2 g( D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% w# X6 I7 @0 g ]5 C dHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 R( ^+ B; g# o4 d' R vHow you tried to set them free,
v6 V5 f7 c2 w1 R, g3 Q% QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
A+ K+ p* s0 ^7 t, oPerhaps they never will. |
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