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" | X9 ^' i" C I; g; C8 p0 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# [4 d* G# v1 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- _& J: M) p5 ~+ h& c/ G; ~. u+ {. }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: m4 r( j: V8 ?# _6 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . {$ @5 Z2 Z- [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 I) q7 x) T" [0 k# C4 ^3 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 o( K, q- ]( V u* O1 k bHow you tried to set them free,
3 G4 _( u% A$ V9 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , _; C4 y. y/ E) ]* S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 K( o' V. L. b% X: m0 h; ], DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 r% A5 z& y' S* J' i* `' p$ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & i( H8 C: o9 G! z2 r' W, u8 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. e& D2 d, K* U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / }& N4 y0 }, V+ `! b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 P9 j! Y! p7 f9 O" H3 ]' ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 H, l- P; r0 v/ c; I2 @But I could have told you, Vincent, # p' a( \! t ^, [4 G0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - x4 J Y8 z0 m% u
. ?& w- s `4 q5 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - \5 H* n U, q. |$ c4 y6 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. x5 ?$ j) c W' ^. }% K7 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" M) n- W3 r1 j; p( Z4 U3 G/ |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ Y+ S7 s8 n& j$ x* NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" }6 u# Y) \! x7 F0 F8 ~5 ?How you suffered for you sanity," z' h+ {$ [! \6 @6 w
How you tried to set them free,
8 M1 j3 t6 M) UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 c s& C Z' N+ j3 OPerhaps they never will. |
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