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# y3 v# c6 E. g: c# ]9 l o1 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + J. @+ @% s! {: B6 p& E M+ \# F! X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F) K- d) i- @( h3 ^8 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 r& D+ ~/ n$ u, `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 [; T5 G! P) H0 s$ Q) j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 d6 i @8 K% s0 W) }
How you suffered for you sanity, " Y1 i; I5 |$ M5 g3 b
How you tried to set them free,
' M- K' q- S' o, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) `; Z+ s% H0 V# D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 _2 o; K# M" Q( a0 y9 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 b- R7 x# \& P) [' I7 o* GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 w& }( d- b- }: ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B0 v( D4 H( Y) s/ \' u/ V. ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: i( ?) \6 q0 Z: ~4 c0 ]7 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ m$ k* j5 n0 l! G# K; H5 p7 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ o E% l' x u, z# XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
g7 E/ t0 Y* H" gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. F' Q. H! @* p0 u( U1 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ]: R) {: ~7 g5 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 T s5 k+ S! r" \0 `, {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( l& l, b5 G' D" t) i' R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& ^$ Q7 [) ~6 M, N! Q1 d& f$ o; oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 Z* F5 d' N" W' P- \7 F, t LHow you suffered for you sanity, w, W; z2 F0 q. Q
How you tried to set them free,
! p; X. x$ |% n) q A7 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' z- Y" r, C5 c2 ~4 u, D, n8 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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