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" U: w9 r! e8 R0 m( |& C2 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Q. c8 k, Y2 |' X$ g( E0 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 q5 l5 |' F4 o, F$ i6 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 S# m4 N4 }. v2 }7 `- a+ R3 Z! H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 W% E5 m! U0 I; A0 h2 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 J6 V! w1 H0 h2 Q, J$ O9 `$ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 W/ i5 ]1 y9 @How you tried to set them free,
: h8 i1 a; d( Q% S1 \3 _ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 w$ g( f1 e* H! t* h3 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : P4 L# L# z }# v! V' }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * k5 M. q; ?4 H* T h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 P; Y' D) V* ~" `( X: |7 fWeathered 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, 0 z: }* W k$ O _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; B8 ], E; Z0 p( A, a! TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 r3 M, x; _5 M) y0 f; b& gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 g8 q! A9 e: F; M+ F) N0 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 g! v8 I" Y/ T: k- r- |( UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 l6 A' J' e- P, s3 x, V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, I) A/ P* C4 P6 U3 A/ DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 \3 \7 a" [8 ^* X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 R/ j# A, S) H; Q1 D9 S
) u& o% U5 {$ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
V( R2 C6 u8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 A+ M/ y6 N# ?7 Z0 `How you tried to set them free, ; r4 e4 x7 Y0 G3 Z& |/ B1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 Y, R) s/ O# V- w+ P b/ mPerhaps they never will. |
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