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$ v% v" i8 a% G' ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : r/ }# W6 b& \$ ]& G5 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 L( e5 m( Z( B, n6 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 J# h3 E. {* J: Q* w$ K/ d8 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 o5 V$ |' P6 P; S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 z: Q/ d- l$ y* e6 h, M
How you suffered for you sanity,
: o# K* M+ g/ DHow you tried to set them free,
* F$ m2 Q, b1 V* d8 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; R2 R- e& \1 ?' E3 e+ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n* k' e2 w8 z1 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' k5 x" w* t8 c0 ?, P4 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % E) P8 L v: u3 s' X+ d$ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 @, K; |' S" A# S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ H' L3 H) B9 i- XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! w5 r6 X9 I. A# u! j% |5 j) zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & F2 w- l7 n7 n) R5 u* A q+ g: Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, # Q' Y/ o' ]1 I% D% R V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 I2 H6 Q* c/ z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / I4 s5 E( ?/ M. k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 J% A9 i6 O5 }9 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Z6 d2 P4 Q7 J) d& ^9 j: v9 X, X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , _1 k0 e6 M) A, F
3 [; ]! e: t, U$ ?% l8 ~+ A+ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( Z* w* N2 ~$ o; _8 i# vHow you suffered for you sanity,: b9 u7 J: c8 [" |7 E
How you tried to set them free,
- N: R7 n- s* [* S* L! mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% A8 B5 t4 y6 v: O5 ^& _- LPerhaps they never will. |
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