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% w. C9 I# ?- j+ T# M; cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 R' m: y& Z6 n0 o# }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y* b! A- s1 g2 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& F2 b3 w4 p: k9 X) L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, I- J0 t+ ~2 d' f* n& I8 o ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 \# I4 O) m: {( S* Q6 N6 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 [+ W8 Q* n! ?( i# `0 cHow you tried to set them free,
6 }5 g/ m7 \7 ^# _5 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: `3 ~# U9 b8 ?) a+ |. DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - o! d5 @+ V7 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ o# _6 C. p1 _6 L5 P9 N9 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 ^ m$ B t3 |9 h @
Weathered 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, 3 n0 Z8 C8 F; X. I$ V% @; s# n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Q* C( B$ R1 Y2 O% S4 D+ fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
[9 n( p3 x4 q3 s$ U* yBut I could have told you, Vincent, , H, Z- h7 z! T: `4 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ t' h' T/ g) b5 t3 S m6 q% V" ~1 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 m: q: o3 K8 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . U1 K( Y( U$ i% o& L7 n
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,
- F9 D7 b/ l1 s2 Q9 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
. R* H) @+ H, \6 N a/ L# xHow you tried to set them free,
+ ~ r3 g% t! Y& NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% `5 o7 ?1 b D4 e& L+ LPerhaps they never will. |
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