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7 P5 O& X' y' k, f" i5 E6 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 `' E; w3 M8 H m) NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 H) I6 m. Q* M J5 Y& O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ V& C# P! _" x" [8 b, O' U, u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 s' f. {, D# g6 S$ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ~* I0 |9 V* l+ J$ ^: Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
, b r [- K9 CHow you tried to set them free, 2 W9 ^8 q& B) b" M. @+ ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* Y$ R; \1 @/ }" a* }2 Q G; z2 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . W8 L( ?) Z0 X. `# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 L% B: r9 u: p: }4 W& S+ F' _- XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * x% n' d F3 g0 }7 Q0 [& u4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; u5 Q! |' G3 x! N
( ~8 u; F) t8 C6 y8 g+ ]' vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 N8 M7 N+ O( W6 i0 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! \2 h% j! g- S% M& hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p5 \, T* e% g6 R" s- vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! f+ Z( V2 H$ q& i! v# QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! {8 }0 m+ W7 ?- q" H& O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Q, S u# Z8 | e. l6 y* ~9 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 [2 b7 y; O" [% A! e: SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + J" J. A2 M8 I5 b, C; @% i# D, z V
6 a" M5 ?. x2 z9 Z) @6 T5 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" s; b* U5 s. N2 P k8 P! d6 w+ `How you suffered for you sanity, u5 n* ?' b& \" G. S
How you tried to set them free,
8 |# j/ O; a$ ~$ ~4 Y+ d& @They would not listen they're not listening still,
& _! S( k2 ]- J, tPerhaps they never will. |
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