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1 |8 J6 [% ^+ Z9 ^6 j/ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ F$ H7 D, V) |! |* {5 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% J4 ?4 m0 s, `/ J# i% b8 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ d% l. t6 `2 B& b3 I# n9 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, A& k5 |5 ?, k2 F5 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 G/ _% H; D0 w* \9 H, H& eHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 q4 i) z* \8 g: K) ]9 P
How you tried to set them free, ; p% q, O# o& v2 }) S% R, U8 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h4 w$ G* ?8 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 i6 Y* I7 H* d0 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 D) ]# m! e! v# ]! ]* bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - s! ^. `/ t0 c: y0 Q/ K+ \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ?! h7 c/ F; [6 Y$ }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) W% I. ]2 _$ ^3 p# WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, P9 ^4 ]) b u5 V, ]. U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 [- W1 L- b/ X$ L' I5 b5 k4 ^$ O5 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 a2 s f3 h5 L' M- LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* A7 S. ~- Y8 T, S$ K7 _# k" Y% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , k/ Y$ T8 ~- _9 s+ U- \' A/ V1 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Y) Q L- m! g$ |# W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # s% `0 X& @) U7 V' f' H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( m/ @" i" A0 E( CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
`) ]" S1 o y* s! @$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,( b8 L% L; E# j
How you tried to set them free, / A# O! ^4 Y# e! C+ B
They would not listen they're not listening still, % t! G8 ~/ U; h$ G
Perhaps they never will. |
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