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" }6 F6 ~' c0 J# C# O( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 }4 M6 C% q9 y8 g; zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ?3 k4 h) s6 ]& {: v; T2 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% N' U9 J: c& e4 T+ _9 i7 p) g. l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 [& u& E9 r. L6 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. x2 Y2 A' r, ]4 d! C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ E) ?2 n; P3 M, M. K/ k: jHow you tried to set them free, * X7 G! m8 J8 L& T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 c4 k1 k1 `7 T) cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # d7 q$ B2 _2 v8 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# ^1 _9 ?/ H m5 P: GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 x7 ~1 j' r. Z* A l! YWeathered 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,
5 G7 c3 l2 N3 A; G) c! D$ }" PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) [3 Y5 d6 z, h, G% E; b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 s& B0 D m. \7 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, * T# H3 p' Z6 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' m# O5 p$ Z; T9 ]* p Y( o+ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , u. `' U4 o% Y6 s4 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / H% z/ d- m; t) ?; ^$ ^3 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ l5 b5 K* ~6 W% hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ J. i, n% q; d2 [* IHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ i/ J: ?+ m) M4 a7 l8 J' Q' W7 RHow you tried to set them free, + x+ r. z, O' x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; x, g% G( p; ^' _: z! QPerhaps they never will. |
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