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1 ?. i+ r9 a4 _4 m5 E) ?& ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Z6 |7 s7 a7 c( Y9 ]* z% xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% M0 O* X8 ~/ `7 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Z) F) G" F. s/ R$ P1 W: C% h" C: MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* P3 ?4 N0 w; C, F1 H" W7 Q; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; N$ \6 T( @# Z4 `+ ]How you suffered for you sanity, - J! t! d' z' k. ?. r" |2 {
How you tried to set them free,
' ^- ?* h3 G0 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 n3 x* M1 A7 _- f6 ]1 n+ L; GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, B8 m% a; e9 C$ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M! o" [- J0 F$ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 M* h$ r$ a5 `$ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 C4 Q' H8 m. a, UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - H2 V% n) `7 q/ r: G; Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) X- P+ F0 L3 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& k. u3 H, R, YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" p5 V) U$ f5 z" u$ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 y4 z9 [; ~" o: b0 ~- \& U! z1 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Q1 d5 n4 a8 ?2 f! o3 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) k* y; [. W: l% ^1 d; i& PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 u3 t z' d3 @ y; y' uHow you suffered for you sanity,% e6 ^ Y: ]1 Y. D# m
How you tried to set them free,
* G+ g- W2 x& P9 M8 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 L4 x* m+ m0 K7 yPerhaps they never will. |
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