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, W" K5 ~/ N+ l( m8 @, L' p% h7 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , B# S4 E' ?/ d" z7 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # C" l& v$ i( N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ?9 [9 J. _: m4 z& p1 g2 m( V4 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 a5 a9 @( @5 a3 h& aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 v% @+ z/ Y7 s* ?1 @! S- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K J( S7 u" j" T/ G1 W# nHow you tried to set them free,
! Y- ^, Z N+ l9 G+ l7 @; w8 s& jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * X/ t$ V Y/ u6 s3 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 K3 R& A% b5 \! B* T) L: `$ _: QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. J3 L2 V3 U2 a# P* CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; Y# _; ]6 ^. c6 p: O8 F+ l+ N+ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , r( `& M r! {1 l! F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
d( Y) Q/ E, ~$ g# ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 H+ S9 K6 V! c4 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 t% k6 h$ U# @2 x- b% |( X" rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' T9 e' N# j# w7 H, kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ _ B' n1 x7 v; s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 ~- S8 C ^# tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ]) }2 m5 X/ S; O: BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 H! W9 I: P0 `, W. A9 n- ]% l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' V# E5 b: L) V4 _" t0 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 X5 P' R% [- J# Z4 | qHow you suffered for you sanity,
% D- a H" J$ E: A* ]" a# N3 r; z7 zHow you tried to set them free,
e3 {* Z& g3 R% f3 O" W, oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 n& u7 w8 b- O* ZPerhaps they never will. |
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