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2 Q" K$ H( b) N. @% I6 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 P8 J% G; ^/ x7 K; k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, b2 g' B5 N6 |- F$ IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- C- a* D9 R8 m2 r& u, w% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) u7 \5 _ ~ p2 o3 Z. L% @! c4 P0 V; iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! m9 P/ v$ J! d6 f4 [How you suffered for you sanity,
8 i7 `# r5 T( y, t2 _0 A$ R$ y) yHow you tried to set them free, 8 O* o8 n. A( G. a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ?/ J6 u8 {$ S& S% m: hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + `) ^) }9 u F' C% X& n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: |5 L2 z D/ ^ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 S5 t6 V/ J' [& t. c) r+ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. n3 y. q" }' n% T4 ^8 j; v; @
* P& I2 _. f$ c/ l5 Y6 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ U+ P; |# s! S' w) X/ A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + U, ?3 _- H7 b2 |/ {+ F& F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ r& j! m* c3 F6 w+ a
But I could have told you, Vincent, * I+ B% |3 r7 ~4 \8 `6 e$ b/ H8 E3 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, t! s7 O" u6 q' O; {1 S; eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) v, B5 B. ?4 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ^: [* k& z3 ^+ ~2 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % x1 }. G' @- B) z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 D1 F o$ U. ^8 I9 K/ Z7 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
' _8 Z- u9 D' |7 `How you tried to set them free, 9 X; A, R: c/ H+ Z9 Y2 p |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' J2 v( b7 y9 b& ]7 BPerhaps they never will. |
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