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4 [, i- ~ c, P3 m2 y$ \" GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' g3 h. T! B* e& ^" }) ^; ?% [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- h5 b- f' I3 [' ]- C. @& o* ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 L# F7 H& A2 q& m! bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* v; P: D/ _ ?9 U5 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 y6 u% r; ]0 F% D$ E8 `* G2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
% u0 |- |8 B, F6 [& N' h, ^# oHow you tried to set them free, 3 L0 Z% h+ Q6 n9 J/ Y4 l) U; b( s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, x7 u8 R6 G6 M9 D7 {4 k9 S0 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 G3 {. s, y c! n. ` t% C5 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) Y) m4 d; L7 N' g1 O4 W5 N( SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : a; ]6 Q' R3 R4 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 {3 ?7 }6 D; ]* G6 U$ Z% {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' _$ c2 f( r8 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; d7 I0 D& ?- c: f" @4 U) i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 \( s5 n8 o1 v6 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, , M5 ~: P1 F) [/ j- e+ U. n1 W' B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! b4 P4 K9 S4 u. _& uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) O7 p e5 N* a& [( d* U4 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 |, W' a- c; W* v, S2 h- l* AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# z1 H, u( ^% d4 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 e2 _+ ^8 x4 Z3 `, D/ @
How you suffered for you sanity,
' _! [4 ^* V$ n- {! BHow you tried to set them free,
8 z1 u6 a$ ]' m! s, p6 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 I2 r" X6 M' h$ m1 K' `/ jPerhaps they never will. |
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