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" J( v- J6 e( G |$ I' `% e Y- EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 b2 Z+ j7 B6 Z. ?8 t7 b T- j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G7 v& ?# ?6 h; @0 e9 g \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; {4 c9 ?" _2 O8 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
N4 u+ S- H8 m& }! rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 r# y4 o4 E' c; `- `7 |7 C+ \3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, . F' i) L. E! ^+ s
How you tried to set them free,
5 A8 U' [' \' p& y: `) ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % g* ~5 a' ?- j. A! M! B4 J; j3 F7 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 z, i. c" W. E: SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 p5 c) {" a+ E4 [( l- }* Y5 }2 ^; sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 l1 V, Y( E nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 n: P! z6 g2 c) q& T7 e" L) x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ I2 ]- j3 a+ S; {9 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 p6 ^6 g8 j1 A5 b' E6 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 [1 @" R/ _% Y$ RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* o' M0 j( K& A( }- @( w! s' i6 ]. |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . `) P1 w: E1 k7 N" F
1 m3 j9 T Z0 f- L" ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . q$ P9 B" \: W) `6 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 V% w3 W5 x5 q& I( ^- z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- U" g m2 j2 F$ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * q0 H6 X) k, ]0 J: Q: l: l+ E5 R& u
* t2 B/ {# V* CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 |) V W7 T( c2 r* W: S* ?/ t
How you suffered for you sanity,6 F7 w, O* K! V& ^7 Q# X
How you tried to set them free, , O3 d% \9 W. K* a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
}) k; B5 ^4 D8 GPerhaps they never will. |
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