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* a3 Y- ^# O$ d: N% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' o% e) W1 p( {0 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; z* g1 H- K: R! K4 }3 [" d" hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 E8 G" q; ^% R" u' `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 L, t& a9 J3 ?1 b" z* U2 M/ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, F7 c% U4 f' l1 _4 }3 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
r* T {: [( E, W6 {0 C$ D* [0 m' Q: nHow you tried to set them free, ; z, c9 f1 B7 j6 t( H# d, R* Y2 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! x" _$ |/ ^# Q% S* y5 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 K! C! V8 W2 r) ~- GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% G' V; v8 _4 ]! { tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! J# ~3 w- I+ u5 [- w4 R* c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ w0 z! m9 C. k
3 g- `" g- N7 |" @! `6 a* U7 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 |) p! f# X, C0 x! oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% H6 v0 P$ b4 D: lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
b ^# Q4 B' G6 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; F k3 T; o& }; B7 |( t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 H( H2 h6 N9 t% G1 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 u' ~7 J. n; J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , w) A+ Y, e/ \3 |4 a" h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) L$ F, J6 {2 l' v0 U. ]$ w% }& y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ G& S3 b' r4 I; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 t7 G9 A4 `6 i3 D$ a; hHow you tried to set them free,
1 h* n, ^7 L) j, k$ ]: L: ^5 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, f1 q W+ ~" ]% q& @1 } h3 TPerhaps they never will. |
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