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: V) J! C" R" C3 o! | E4 e) N& w% bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
m3 U( @/ U o- ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 e1 _* m5 o3 n1 c/ X; m4 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# c& v: h, f8 s5 c/ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ~& z5 H. q3 _1 f1 ~0 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: m3 { g- e' dHow you suffered for you sanity, : k( a& j* o! j2 e
How you tried to set them free,
8 [1 H5 ?# P/ R# F4 ^5 }" oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 H. _' R% I4 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . j9 n! s! P7 m8 l v# u% b5 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; m1 f- `" C' e' w- d O* o6 a" GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , P8 @4 D+ o: ~7 A3 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ y0 S7 A/ S2 o7 x1 F4 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 H3 G9 E( j" c" [ ?% o. X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 C2 z3 Q( J1 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 `1 S4 Y9 i+ L9 W! W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: H. L4 w7 h9 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * | j: U/ r- A0 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ _* x6 p4 h. I! U3 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f3 q C/ R+ a- _ m# u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e2 }$ N( f% ]# B# D, Z* i3 @+ N. q
How you suffered for you sanity,; J( C' n/ r# a, \) m: A
How you tried to set them free, 1 Y0 t8 d8 F) \2 g) P* z, }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. E& t. T$ N( sPerhaps they never will. |
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