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. v$ s/ M3 Q+ C" n+ P3 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 v' G. }! q* ^( rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / f9 u, d9 _. H1 n* n% y3 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ]8 \1 k5 k5 D, n8 l7 P/ S8 C! aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 i* G& |$ G: P3 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& X3 \$ [5 N- `8 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 r& C1 g8 V# H, Z2 _
How you tried to set them free, 1 O7 C0 I( y, d2 g" a/ F' E1 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 q+ a% [& [; t5 Q% O, |) R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' m% k* Y' C" F& x" ]7 l1 K% P \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 o/ R$ v% e3 t9 a2 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |! S( E1 x- l, v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 K9 d1 m3 ?' G0 e% _. @ P7 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# a3 X& Y. y* ^8 @, bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, y b7 r' j0 v: P" t" m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 [! O. F+ t8 \. \0 ?, u7 P& v8 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: w) B" Y2 v9 [# [2 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. p8 u* G( N4 e4 K' v8 t# q& q0 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ t/ m/ u. }* w0 U% `& D" f: E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y6 u+ i' ^5 ~! U* h& U- q5 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Q6 S( h5 r* ]4 Y" T; ^) k/ h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + r; ^2 E7 x2 e, N" x$ q
How you suffered for you sanity,; |! R U0 I5 |2 X" X: |& r
How you tried to set them free,
" t& u& \6 b/ s; p5 v5 w {They would not listen they're not listening still, + J: Q; {: w( S" F, f0 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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