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* a" \. h' Y ?1 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) g0 A/ q" J! e( l' E0 j8 w# jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 @$ d0 s$ o3 u! S' \1 A2 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 k; v$ z3 E. b1 y" q5 v: m }1 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ]) l7 l& y3 K5 Y- G/ b6 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 P; O7 e2 O" HHow you suffered for you sanity,
" {( K9 x9 t( W3 `8 s7 KHow you tried to set them free, ( A, q2 ^* D! P3 a7 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ~8 e& V6 P+ @7 j) O% @6 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 d5 ^0 [: i. `3 Z- k/ U5 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' J2 k/ [7 e) |2 I% f& k1 P+ z1 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B, j7 |# }& ?0 x, }, p1 aWeathered 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, ' u# |; Z# ?' e- {3 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y d2 d# I" s9 A5 F3 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Q# D% p9 f& X' {But I could have told you, Vincent,
* w+ z3 q1 ]& V7 W; P, W$ V( ^, g" ]! CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ q- }( r" S `- v. q+ _ }2 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 T! B( j% Y/ L+ ]( p) G: v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . h/ v. Z" z1 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; U% f5 V P+ h" L! }/ a+ z9 {( XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 r" e" ~, e$ _' b$ j- \) ?& H
How you suffered for you sanity,
! l6 ?1 [/ I) HHow you tried to set them free, 4 G( \! S9 p/ M. C, K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. l b9 j& o2 i: f5 P6 f3 H1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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