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2 I, x% @+ n+ O4 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 G9 [& V( p: f0 {" rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + [8 v1 z U( n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# J( ~1 g6 v7 l7 L1 [3 M* w9 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o5 ]1 j% q2 H- qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ _; K3 T. }# m5 f
How you suffered for you sanity, . _+ E1 G7 o; U* E. @7 t+ L6 ?" ?0 l8 w
How you tried to set them free, . p! M5 v& a8 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : _: K/ B/ y) W* V* V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Q G# Q c0 O5 u8 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) A; q8 i/ l3 j& e! ^8 w! _1 b, S* I% lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" O) u% M1 p9 z2 k/ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x8 `! n" k9 m5 f) f
$ |8 k7 j9 _. [* |5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 R; l) U% t, n$ t2 e! GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ {) j: h6 g) {- r% D; j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 e$ x& c' |- R& @& V
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( p9 ], F+ Q+ L7 v/ s2 i; L! m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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c: ?2 |# ~2 E% ?/ X- [6 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 B4 C ?5 D' v% ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : m+ P2 D0 B$ J+ h X% `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; e/ Q( }! r0 ]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,
; W$ |4 T+ K% w# Z ]' AHow you suffered for you sanity,
# N$ U% Y8 s6 j1 W+ KHow you tried to set them free,
9 q. a& _7 t% p' HThey would not listen they're not listening still, . u4 P. y# r3 D( O0 B, E
Perhaps they never will. |
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