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: d0 J8 \" l2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 K5 X* y- N! F2 ~ B1 f8 G9 n0 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# t: _! V9 k7 P+ ^- U mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ]7 _1 o- m6 V+ LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; e7 V2 h3 g: \) P" [0 T" o! V' q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( Q$ G/ J2 K/ \ X, I+ A& N7 T @
How you suffered for you sanity, : }2 L( b- c+ s- X
How you tried to set them free,
/ d7 w, W& E8 p( y$ g* m. v; C) ^1 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 z- W. B& v. W6 c* ?+ B) w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / \; d8 G" P1 i0 e# ~1 q; \' ^- v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& l1 o2 F& i- F: [4 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
y: |5 I W9 x, g! B0 d, t2 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 z* W9 _. W! x2 N; bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 G5 g/ [. `: p$ O, y3 W! l% x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 P+ b: G) V+ ^1 W3 X7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " e5 Z& B, c! T7 @+ l2 |- k* X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ e, C' r+ O) E- r V# v7 X1 R. O1 b. cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # z2 x5 z! x# X0 k6 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. e; A0 T5 Y+ K1 @0 D4 L1 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 @$ D9 f& F, {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; V' I' q! V) e. EThe 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, + V$ H+ c: W S8 B5 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
; z! r9 E1 Q/ VHow you tried to set them free,
$ Z8 k) i" k( O) F! wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 G6 h9 e+ @3 d& V" I5 i8 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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