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/ s5 @% Q9 Y3 m& q; H B/ l8 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ o/ P }6 T5 p5 Q# A$ |8 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & t- Q+ v& R8 v2 v3 r, c* p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" h4 g4 W0 j$ A2 E" s# r' Z& |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! ^( g' \7 z8 t* T7 H2 |1 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) X! z; K' x* m vHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ n) U$ R' ^0 i. c; m! o: `! Z, uHow you tried to set them free,
' n1 P6 D! y1 g' N0 j, YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 I; A# ?- |$ M- |# G; fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ V4 S& i9 Y7 \! R0 D: H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 y2 E6 B5 A. f3 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 [% b ]6 r0 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # }+ D) o b) y- M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 \' O( T! k5 q8 \; C! e! kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 Z" u. a+ ^5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 {% l# N2 D8 D2 N, J' U9 W& `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ y8 H# `: [* B" G* jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . |1 Q6 H' j# A% g
- }5 u+ [$ C, |! T, _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! X) r$ {! d( o `% o: `7 t( m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( P& L0 F$ ^: s" f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: E( }, m" j' g9 z7 ^7 XThe 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, 2 b* ?! W1 T' Z1 v M1 r* `
How you suffered for you sanity,
) J' ]8 H, Q. zHow you tried to set them free,
4 O0 Y4 d/ g! q4 H2 a5 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
N+ B( H: R- M# C0 LPerhaps they never will. |
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