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; {) L; r# W4 l$ h" V& n: QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ~% L4 T" o: @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 n, y' W) u! `1 W: cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ _$ G' z: J8 H& P! o. P9 T# ?* B0 C; RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , k; L! m' M F; ~. X7 @: N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e2 E, T( I/ v, B# s Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 C* `+ f3 }! a9 z
How you tried to set them free,
5 W. D$ I" K" _" I( E: u, X) j( tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 B1 G) J5 ?8 I3 [! J. J8 }6 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: f+ h0 A- V' {- m5 w4 ^2 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 a5 l# ^( v8 e+ I+ E' p) o! @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 q9 v' s% l1 g; j) Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 G/ b" T. a. v! d3 b% q
5 ]" r+ {* l) {8 _4 s- hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* D% p7 `* G! Y3 T% iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 }$ g, e; N4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - d& x. W4 f) {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 i2 F6 D8 A5 Y x4 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 m2 m* N; L; p; W2 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ y* @4 |3 V6 H% B nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 v) i3 p# Q& _$ n1 ? PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 i9 H- E" T) ^3 X4 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ]$ q# A/ t. J. y* p* \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % } a( o% g/ Y( V4 X$ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,# g' ` T" I3 _
How you tried to set them free, 4 a: ~7 O0 d! j2 M9 c0 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) U$ x' W, P8 O1 q' |Perhaps they never will. |
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