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# c/ @! O! U- p; OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % m6 D: S# g3 \+ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # W% O) [$ J$ M$ a% Q, \5 s/ u; o/ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 g2 s! x% a9 x) g/ T0 p6 F1 j6 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ y7 v3 k( {0 H/ B( f3 ^( QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
T/ f. n9 }% `) `How you suffered for you sanity, 7 B1 f( P9 _" S! \ e7 y) P
How you tried to set them free,
4 ]9 [% S: A4 I; y3 _8 v. SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 N% h5 N9 Q6 g" G; A, c( j# h8 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Y) J I! w1 ~4 |5 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + W* `. M6 Z% A0 R. f2 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 y% ^- @% T0 h& |2 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! H# G6 Y& r `6 H! Y4 z3 `; y
! z/ y9 F, @. F8 ^8 k8 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 o/ u9 D7 m E. C6 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 B9 r( h% d; F, B/ W% y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! _/ T" g' ~1 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, . k3 E! {8 Z% A. K9 w) i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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[7 J7 c8 T6 B2 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ r7 H5 I0 w# b8 ]& r% a2 C8 z5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 [% [# r0 t2 \ z& g+ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 P; Z$ Q/ m* A1 c
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, 8 S% Z% k* C& A6 |! o# I
How you suffered for you sanity,; ^3 T; ]5 I: d3 ~# G) X& d+ d
How you tried to set them free,
$ x$ V7 V! W. AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# l6 o$ I& r! q- x2 y) [* ~. P4 F5 hPerhaps they never will. |
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