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/ F4 j9 E6 p: W$ [) \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , |8 |8 C5 p. i( }% {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 k- u- y0 Q9 C9 o7 [, `$ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. L0 P8 L8 y Q! _3 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , J- O8 f7 b% |8 h1 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ?' l2 i# B# _& E7 I1 z1 }
How you suffered for you sanity, ! h8 Y X+ M( X
How you tried to set them free,
; i5 {+ y3 P8 ~! y4 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 y$ P* J0 W1 |% a' D) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) \2 \* F! x0 N1 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / f: N9 a% \& ?! z# J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 B' j* ^) Z" S; u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * W0 q6 r Y0 N3 G E, [! j; x
! p, ~$ @$ d( V9 B- g; E3 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 K+ ? a ]2 [$ E4 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 q* E. |7 z' ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ^# } X* r# i# }) w6 H6 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, # s" K6 s6 K0 O. j$ S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ i( X. T6 s$ J3 B2 T: l9 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. o, s, I; t+ W) y N! N: @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 d8 C) B' s# X2 ?; C5 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" ` @1 {5 U# Q& qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 h8 ~ o. i3 |4 k0 u) R; `How you suffered for you sanity,8 R' O( q- ?/ z( b
How you tried to set them free,
0 O! O+ I: c" kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 r2 ^+ [9 F+ e: x# vPerhaps they never will. |
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