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/ H) w: ]2 q" ?% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( A4 D# ?! F: x! P+ f$ V5 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 U! Q- Z1 V( D! C" d: c% S( R. K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 V9 k, p/ u" `3 X9 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: l+ K& Z( a# ]3 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! _ U# E7 P, W
How you suffered for you sanity,
( \. j/ Y% I- [9 e' S( QHow you tried to set them free,
6 c7 X8 R) p7 Y1 {% ]5 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Y4 W# z2 g* Z) A0 I! v" h0 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; {* r( d5 p% \2 o/ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V: | E1 f8 J( ^3 c7 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: K9 _3 C$ G# e D2 hWeathered 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, ; q! p' B, G1 j7 z1 O6 q$ k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 L+ X% a" ^# c' s. g X! ]% iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! }- I3 k8 e- u4 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ]! y' e w7 N; mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / [( T0 K) l+ d& N& @! `
; c0 [3 F& R0 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. d; _/ T8 b- f% ]" g" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Y7 O4 w1 b* v4 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 l; Z) P) h0 T! W' y5 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 \& l) [: W( f0 m8 N) }! B9 _- P- n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; u/ V+ H0 D( J# ^2 w, `How you suffered for you sanity,
: n f# a) ]8 P% GHow you tried to set them free,
9 R1 A* @( ?: E" }2 UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& y4 f8 ]9 A. H% HPerhaps they never will. |
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