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! j# N T2 m6 C! P1 Z0 ^ K K5 `9 }: k: yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 J0 b2 j5 M0 d+ ]1 i+ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ?# @/ U. ]& K. m* S* J5 u0 p# ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- q! ~" q6 Q" ?3 F7 o7 m% xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" W' S6 u2 Y$ }" _0 H# N' BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ z9 ?! `4 S; G1 l$ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ |2 q/ Z' D' x8 n) ?, O% _How you tried to set them free, 1 l$ F* L# ^9 R( }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: M$ E( [1 Q* pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 ^; p; `5 f7 D7 X$ q1 u% C0 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Z d% @- Z2 j( d+ Z' s" lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- N1 }3 E' _+ g/ rWeathered 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, 6 T* `5 P" H1 w- B7 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. b: P- x! P0 D/ B3 ]( |+ }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- Q( @/ i3 d1 N& F+ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 N* V8 ]- r* g- r7 R1 c* a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ]; k: z/ \ ?% g( K/ S# E3 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, `& t1 ~' ^. m/ C' o# e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ^5 \3 l2 ^) Q# i( N e$ C6 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # g* |" a) I* D- m. N5 b5 g Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( L' ]6 S: }+ ^; fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 q/ a' F: V8 j: q% l% ?$ M& t5 Z$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
, {# f& b$ x: z- {; iHow you tried to set them free, ; x, D" x4 ~" D- C& F8 N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 J) Y$ e# K! ?( aPerhaps they never will. |
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