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/ _. @, n( [( ^: T0 J/ ^* GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / A8 e7 g7 {% J8 n J8 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " {$ Q/ `5 b+ [7 Y! a% ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 n9 N3 J% e- O5 K& {# i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ n5 U. g2 H- F) U+ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ^. q/ P% }5 C0 u" L
How you suffered for you sanity, + {. n( o& ?( |& N& y9 I
How you tried to set them free,
, X# n7 s- W% N8 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; l, ?1 x0 C1 ]/ K: h5 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
o0 R; X/ N4 O* ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 n, J6 m1 B. C( `/ p( B [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( S: R& s6 m5 M ]: sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( O8 G' ?6 G& S' T( [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 M# f8 @* \4 R7 `% @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 D2 D1 t. T }$ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ B; K( ^: r4 a" m8 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Z0 N. `: ?/ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & w9 c6 G! \8 x+ m/ w) A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 m! |3 Y$ K& ?0 ?. t7 m0 n/ ?; Q, X3 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 G; q. [ R/ C' G" u) `# F) M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 w3 A) d- p) x. Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 R8 u# y4 M. b4 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ F% _5 w* y$ `& `) c8 r( e# H$ S- N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^) t- O* D% ?0 MHow you tried to set them free,
) k( q' q% l' t o! f$ SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: T! Q( `" b! X( s" j7 c8 a1 S; ^Perhaps they never will. |
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