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4 b3 a, R, X5 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 \2 |4 h/ v( J' F1 V1 _& O) j- W- q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 h" p& U- m& [6 s/ l; ]5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# P5 @8 H6 q( @* \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 w) x u& u) K" g6 M N/ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* z, v0 J3 o' _( f5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ S0 f) A( |! X6 `How you tried to set them free,
0 a+ N; O7 O: @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 U) {8 i* G6 d7 A. w) c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 C, E4 Z* @ D4 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 B% S) j! C ^4 G, m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. i. g- ` I: Y7 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 a4 F& m2 S4 V6 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % v( `2 d9 v5 U7 ?0 b- z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & l1 s& H3 g; } |. p, u3 P6 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 L1 _: X5 T0 b1 N0 c( Y: V' FBut I could have told you, Vincent, : a8 G. H; _% E# ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G/ \7 _2 W9 J* D, h+ o1 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ]3 g1 R' w% V% G) k7 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 X1 X8 C$ \# y0 i0 \" sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% w3 i& y; @) X, t: fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 d: F7 g7 Z& J8 O
1 M& V; p. K# n% ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, x5 k: P) C( R) T5 T# }
How you suffered for you sanity,
* [/ {# d8 l# K Q3 c* _6 b& ?How you tried to set them free, * a; {1 I" c6 F5 D4 D2 s$ a
They would not listen they're not listening still, . S: U" ~3 P+ f( X, C |: \- [& m2 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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