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1 N: U) L# O6 b# u+ ]: sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : i, C- c) G/ `6 H' j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) }' W7 V! P8 Z! N+ C8 Q9 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- {9 l5 t( i, B9 f- |9 p( DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 i. r) l; u* K' P3 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z: a; {" w# f1 ]$ r2 c3 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 V6 H% }0 @# _( Y" V' Y' s, NHow you tried to set them free,
% j! F7 J' {/ @, c: \3 U" {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ m- v0 P8 l0 W6 j: [0 r: W! QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' T. W9 I7 j& y+ u5 U. E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ?0 b6 a' {; W x* s7 A, i/ tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * y+ J6 Q J% v7 |* ]5 ?
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, # h) J* i4 e2 P' m6 G3 E4 r, E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 A5 F z7 c3 i6 ~% U" p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 O6 ?) C% W+ o" n8 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 e5 |/ A! Y# D; F6 K( b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 k0 J* D! `9 [4 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ]% x, }2 c/ d1 y0 |+ M0 [, d$ PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# g9 W) M* F" D# O4 v# SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: {" ]4 J2 X' [$ r) D% lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. u1 V) p' k; h
9 Y5 |* W B* |4 q3 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * _* ]" x5 z1 E4 Z! I
How you suffered for you sanity,' j( i$ M8 {6 R
How you tried to set them free,
- v+ c+ ?% j" Y. e% @1 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 v d* ]. j L8 G1 `! zPerhaps they never will. |
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