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0 C o- u, m* H7 @& ^+ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ W Y3 c! [ P1 G( F9 E5 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, _* c' D1 G- D2 O. U) P* ^6 _ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ t3 ?( o- r; g- u' tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ?) S& B( B7 n- H; qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* w3 b' {) e. @) I' {! M- e& J3 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 b: {! |: q- _/ F# H1 U/ R( K0 RHow you tried to set them free,
L! M* e# V: V; B" f: YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ M- C8 f- |* G0 s0 A; |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " e% T6 C5 Z" ~" D: w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ~2 }; A- ?! u t! ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 v8 u5 p; _) p( V; v+ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# x: |6 `' s; X( g- p$ F3 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; t ?# b: o* o T& P k2 V/ u1 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 D1 \5 Z( X+ G# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + A; o7 E R& ]- X8 \, K6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ j2 Z, a5 C: {% J8 x) G/ S) lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % _4 V+ p3 ~" g3 Z r9 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # R4 D7 M4 u, ?: ^& P/ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 K# S8 K% z# C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( |- _, ?) ?% B% {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I" t6 E- h% W7 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' V( K$ \% s. R0 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 K$ Z# K, v6 [How you tried to set them free,
' p# D( F( o' u' b) ^! bThey would not listen they're not listening still, / @: T+ r! }9 ?5 k( I2 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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