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( `, s: @- C- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 k& n6 b+ j1 i0 M- G2 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `8 w' h9 y+ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 W! N' O9 V/ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 A* L5 D: b* d+ m. ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) l$ h7 H7 V6 T) X5 M, n% v6 r# U
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 u9 z [" m! ]) \( O8 q8 r& c/ cHow you tried to set them free,
- @1 I3 u9 X: O9 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 `8 e. A* @: v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 L$ D( W( H" G. m$ w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) H- w* ~( L0 J% z* S3 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , ?* D6 a& }, G7 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 f; Z7 q- u' s. _* x1 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - R+ R4 c* o( c0 g0 N. Y( q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , U: j y: L% {1 g8 E7 k( i! u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p1 [/ y( K1 C8 S0 {0 t) K$ NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 O! l( ]) I6 d. J: F+ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' s6 s) } [, s; e# h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 |) a: J0 X' E6 s/ \, @ C1 t/ c1 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " i R3 Z/ h' T! ?+ o( u
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, 6 i9 O9 z8 j& V% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 c: p" G- b# ?1 a$ l3 _- LHow you tried to set them free,
3 R4 X& f4 Y/ G6 M* f: qThey would not listen they're not listening still, z8 X5 Z2 ^1 _/ x' D9 a: r
Perhaps they never will. |
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