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+ B1 d: g0 x* mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* n- h& m& w; F/ y" b! e( e; z% ]% ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- K) r% f! X! D+ k& ^' DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ u! a2 v1 z/ f5 p6 ]1 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 U4 d. ^# X5 C/ K% h Y$ l6 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& |2 J8 I( f' Y1 I: SHow you suffered for you sanity, . f/ Z. C+ x! Z
How you tried to set them free,
* ^7 N' L+ k+ ~5 I+ \4 Q3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ l) N4 n: F, j% cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# @' ~' r( d5 n2 c: i7 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 b- W, b- T3 S9 m# \& K% dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 O& K8 g! w! pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, D6 ]9 {4 n* s, t3 \) I+ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 S" A6 ]4 m2 P( X/ K+ H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + c8 }5 }2 M5 t+ p" Y0 R, A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 @% `! [! g8 V/ V4 Y% B! ] {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% o% L2 ^9 W+ I7 f+ r! g' MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + s! z" E* m! `) n3 C5 C$ N/ p K
M; q- v3 }/ `% o# BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 [/ U( f/ G7 e* J, C* _$ j8 d+ p" ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) y& j3 Q% I% X; \ ^, Q" I7 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 G* t$ I! Q& u
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,
1 k5 o& `/ ?5 c9 p5 o7 g& AHow you suffered for you sanity,
) b$ S- O7 z4 ~How you tried to set them free,
- ~* K. l' N F% ]# `They would not listen they're not listening still,
. ]: k6 w7 l, g( sPerhaps they never will. |
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