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& `% j2 b$ T, D# b+ H+ SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 q3 l( A* S4 l1 L; u: W' L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Y/ z: I5 M" q1 x( DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% {2 M: ~( m/ `3 U7 G& B; \) B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# i* \8 f4 U4 G7 M, O' K: r, MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 L2 F9 `( L3 `" B. ?; b. X$ c
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 C7 W1 r) z+ O: m) Q
How you tried to set them free, 0 K: Y, i4 |- D: T. O- S5 {( p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 E5 S5 e7 j, h/ ]8 A) b M n# `( E. FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ?0 }1 m# M/ j' U% K( S3 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 F" d+ t5 Q9 k9 `0 X0 @1 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( u9 }% l% g& _, m+ ]& g0 m9 J) U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ^0 h/ I- u. h4 S3 f; V5 ~2 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 P0 U6 m8 \" }, a* S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g L5 }6 S! H+ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ J$ a' }* S4 }" h4 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- ~4 I- T% x4 `* }5 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 U6 c5 ]* c3 J3 w6 B7 R4 |+ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 g! B" p1 Y" W' I/ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& e# M6 n; U/ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* {; h+ O9 r: u; S1 L2 U. W5 e) R$ U# X% E! }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & x3 }2 s1 ?' Z, h/ }/ \
z- M: u' ~4 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 z6 ^* R' M6 I6 h% DHow you suffered for you sanity,6 j. t) s. V- f" U/ l2 e0 V
How you tried to set them free,
7 |6 s0 i$ Q' F, [9 ?8 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 L. Y: l( O+ _. J2 Y V
Perhaps they never will. |
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