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+ \7 X% {# q- _. M; c# s# R- LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 w8 O; o6 n7 e* Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 \7 v/ B: \. |' `" PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* I2 L0 L! V4 R1 h2 q5 A( n# B: }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 X. X8 R8 n" H2 l9 p, x. g+ Q; z7 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( `& @- P* e5 [! t' k7 YHow you suffered for you sanity, & Z" m- w o1 b; q8 N/ v
How you tried to set them free,
* r9 [$ k6 b% e; y; tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 f% ], Y' {4 t4 W2 B; G0 p7 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 R3 W) |; r3 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 v' l: V! n$ a- r! f7 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. k7 c9 j. z3 E7 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ V8 ] o# g r+ k" k9 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # c1 p5 x" T; N% L" A& t" U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 k" Q) J) Z* k. ]' rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* x; ]2 F+ a% B- o) n) vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 G- J, d& a3 q2 }5 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 S% j1 @% Q1 c
8 ^) t% x* i" P8 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
t! |8 W& N" r" j5 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 M4 i, r) A" |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 z8 h7 L, G9 g6 B: g$ ~& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " H( K: d& M$ E6 g7 v; ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 D8 U9 J5 Z* a" `1 X8 f2 G
How you suffered for you sanity," _* r* U+ u- i$ E7 L: d5 v
How you tried to set them free,
$ G# G! E" u. iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. \* e% g3 Z' I7 P' Q$ J% \Perhaps they never will. |
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