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' d" U7 }1 G8 S6 Z$ [( q' x! VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 R$ H3 i, w4 H- q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# ^2 y# w ?- c2 o% @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ U. w7 k1 }1 Z/ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 @0 [7 I+ H) e" Q* O6 p' N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 n4 G& q) l' e! c y6 V
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 Q- } H3 f" k4 ]" P' ^' w
How you tried to set them free, % J, h3 b& h9 i4 V: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ n! E" f4 ~2 x4 ^; N$ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G' F9 v% {- Y3 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# A# O/ x M) I. O6 p7 Q/ \9 c4 j3 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
m; V2 B+ `' U4 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % s6 W; Z# N& @' l/ p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 }! Y% V0 L3 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" S" ? A: E2 }, x2 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) l- k! r* C5 r" @. Y2 M4 |But I could have told you, Vincent, . `) q" p g7 [/ \! K5 ? b- z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 C4 s) s3 @/ b$ K3 j1 r- q; \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 W- e% `, z; F; y, L9 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 I( D. O" w- M+ c& \: nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; J8 \! ^1 {* k( KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! w3 w5 C v9 f* [& Z3 K! hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 e6 N- |5 ?' B$ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 ^* _4 l4 ^/ vHow you tried to set them free,
0 n. B/ y5 \' S `: @They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 t$ g8 R/ ], y- [
Perhaps they never will. |
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