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- S8 ~5 O$ D9 X9 G3 f9 b0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 l5 ~' r8 L" u( n' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 N, q6 \% [/ ~3 H0 K% d& F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
~5 O, Q8 X$ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * y! q* ^( k( M$ S. D8 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
J% G3 \7 z- U0 |4 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
& [7 ?& t a* k: k5 n* K M3 o2 NHow you tried to set them free,
) w; T2 b" ?. M& RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Z* a) x3 }7 _* m- e& aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , E8 u! j; e3 [- ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ r5 h, p! j a+ Y+ L; rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : L" v2 k0 `7 Y+ ^8 L' z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . U5 l, t( m% }, X2 `$ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 M H/ Q2 p5 K2 v% v- RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 e. u2 M6 G, z1 F: q+ j) bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * O0 e+ J; \3 ]. k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 K1 t8 s: b8 D9 l9 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ]2 E$ F9 u' z# I# c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 O8 o% C' q# X K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ]3 m K+ M( C( U6 `+ M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 b0 q/ N0 f _9 O3 ~) W/ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 j! o* u4 ^- F0 `: Y- h) @, ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% L% H& S5 z' n% ?3 ~How you suffered for you sanity,( U& o% L/ b+ _9 b5 l
How you tried to set them free, 7 @/ d, |0 Z$ C# b6 ?3 p/ \( z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ `! A- H; j7 M9 i) h2 U! cPerhaps they never will. |
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