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* S# w$ z% O( cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# X7 X2 V+ m! f9 W3 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; O0 [- A7 c; ?/ u' G OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 L2 V2 E6 `$ V% g3 t4 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Z2 F2 }# b7 f7 u4 G3 E3 a: j4 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) N' H j2 @% b- y+ R b" k( kHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 ^! ~- S4 d% |0 x7 G
How you tried to set them free,
$ b0 m4 U# t/ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! m0 G3 Y* f1 ^7 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 N5 t1 p" h: D0 ?5 r2 `3 ~- B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 W! l5 U" A" b% e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 v# R$ ?! m+ f$ w' F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 W1 `" n3 s) ?. E+ f+ q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 O* X9 e+ o% T( d% f6 G2 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! G, L3 o, v& F7 u; ]0 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % L$ O* V; w1 {1 a0 a3 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) u- W( N. u) s1 q* g* {3 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 D) A# h: B2 M: O; u
I) `& P5 Z: g7 V0 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. [3 }5 f* g% b% E2 @. oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 w$ e7 i2 ]8 ]! @$ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 A1 Q2 |, B1 V" o, @/ M- N
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,
/ P( S5 m- \! r; T* n2 J+ F$ \4 ]2 X$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ K) ?4 a; v0 l, X% X( L i( A6 rHow you tried to set them free, ' l3 l9 B: I( ?! `; }- Y$ I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! q0 g$ o0 A& W, M& EPerhaps they never will. |
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