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, A) z+ \) [7 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + L+ s" h$ w7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 e3 i# w9 H. o" _6 R( p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 i3 ^# y) ^, ]! j4 j3 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Y" x1 E6 d! W6 c- R5 p% w% n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" x) G1 ?$ n" m8 B) U# X; Q4 [How you suffered for you sanity, 4 m W# q* h/ m. m( Q K% j9 S7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
' G% b1 T) I/ A8 a- \7 u6 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ?, G+ u/ ?6 J0 Q$ s) m& gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Y+ F, ~% ]. c; w: G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ G: g) Z5 j: dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 W: D9 H. J! D) ]# ?% G( C) T' MWeathered 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,
" W% X$ ^* }; Y _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ C! o$ M' Y5 | k- p% oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% p4 b# C/ u$ v. D- GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 J& J* s: ]7 g$ G. l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: R3 U" L7 x% MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" D/ Q. O# ^: F2 t& O# t* H6 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 I% o4 c1 r" v, |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % `; s* o# z2 }0 ] m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" i6 o3 a& f6 {How you suffered for you sanity,7 G' Z; L% A- a, W6 N: K$ H: U" h
How you tried to set them free,
0 J. A t0 ~% R% GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
?( {! X- k0 I5 {+ t$ a% w; A+ NPerhaps they never will. |
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