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6 O R- K, R% P2 ]/ U1 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ r: X3 A- W' B r# ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 `% ]6 g9 D* W" r+ e4 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r9 q* |/ Z- [0 b% ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' q6 M! t4 M/ \ e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; W: y, ]2 l3 o* a9 E4 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 v% P2 c) c9 i2 ?0 qHow you tried to set them free, 9 _$ e+ h$ V- P% X6 m$ R2 ~' ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F3 A6 F, ^- |" j/ g3 J( t1 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 t) s2 d- M2 P) c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 O$ g3 J8 t2 f* y: NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 J4 K! H$ f7 t( ?8 EWeathered 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, & @0 I, m! P6 | V) ~: i2 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # E) o+ x4 W$ c4 G' F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; P8 ^0 I4 T4 x3 r9 H& |But I could have told you, Vincent, ' m( J8 M- t4 o0 E# M% j! I5 c4 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 h: t9 E7 {& P" b. u0 k' _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - `4 k4 i: m. X: H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 r0 j9 Z, |1 r9 ~' n2 f+ gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , d4 S' m9 J& x' D
# \- M. J- j: q# ] fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ R% ?) ^6 o7 r- j
How you suffered for you sanity,/ Z7 C( ]; a( |* X
How you tried to set them free, # x: t# R, \" E8 q7 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, % [) U) L3 L' v+ Q& y- l0 G1 ]0 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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