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# _( h M7 `3 a! c4 I% K; ?8 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 g8 T( E5 q# J# n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " E6 g" M/ ]2 p8 I0 {0 M H# | I* N# Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* i( F: O$ }1 q, A' D7 {9 H; DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 e2 _9 R+ \" Y1 R( L# rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) o: c+ K) v2 X/ S+ q6 QHow you suffered for you sanity, % h( ]2 D& T7 J$ j
How you tried to set them free, , R! X( J" d0 e3 y" c! f5 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* m; K1 j! c- H5 M& _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I( t$ _' U! I% |+ ]0 }' C$ E. jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& D6 a$ T4 a4 M) SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P) m4 N$ U3 W2 G7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 g. f# t; G: a/ }/ h7 l5 l
# ~: q( S0 u `% jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& N, X, `6 H) I8 B9 m$ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 N l( I; ]0 n2 z5 s6 P* `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. e- O8 i5 S7 q7 s; A; BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Z- T+ }3 |. K+ K/ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" L" @/ z" D% M/ o7 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# p+ O k7 X" ], mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, J% A# S- o1 C. X9 [1 |" y- |
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, B. {1 n( `, u) v
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 g+ e& a8 X' cHow you tried to set them free, 0 {" E& B4 W1 j2 S. s/ K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, e( n* S) I5 Y0 s* G5 A- S: nPerhaps they never will. |
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