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8 S- v$ F( w7 B" w" J% _1 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 d7 O1 W: X9 Q- Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Z5 ] P! } K# ^) O' [; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 E; B4 E+ ~( jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) i7 Q9 H: c( ~3 W+ V) FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ~- d, x `' {/ ?1 L8 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
?; C" o- s" J1 J6 Q L5 kHow you tried to set them free, 9 Q- ]1 \4 g+ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , I; p- n! L+ w: z L8 {$ S9 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : z% x5 H4 V2 [. a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 ?% J+ Q; g" SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# M3 ?( s+ z: j; J2 e+ o+ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 w' X% H% L/ [; n# u$ t+ k7 v& H/ Z
! r* o( k* t3 C" q9 e* M1 j4 T SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: j) j+ X. B y+ A3 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& H/ L& v! t# D% gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ^9 z# T O# J, i& gBut I could have told you, Vincent, * X) E6 U" D9 |' ]: e* W: U1 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 [5 F0 b$ e9 ^+ y4 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 b, S' R+ _ O M# M# W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; |* z& y! Z2 u# o- XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
I* R K: D O: A( e' ]/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* `( c! Z. O4 C9 b2 V1 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * p3 x' _: E3 m4 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
% C0 T5 E+ z R1 c* U9 BHow you tried to set them free, ( ~" d/ t9 o( Y( r9 r6 |% n8 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 L8 V+ ?; k: v& M& B6 \; WPerhaps they never will. |
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