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2 U) G& @# A- w( @/ f. C" pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ^ v% ]# B. \- Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ q# r% _2 E) q2 S) a! s% u& ?/ x8 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 q, n2 o2 R1 N* j# }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' I: z; ?' _' ^1 I& a1 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ q2 \6 j# a9 L3 ?$ L9 ~) K. AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 K! M5 G+ U6 @6 Z+ Z: q6 [How you tried to set them free,
7 B7 T) ?, I( _5 N$ c, E" uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # t i, D$ x& M& m3 M3 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' N6 i$ j: R2 i* V/ k1 @" ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ p7 l2 S2 j; NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Q9 J1 ~9 K& m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- a; c9 B3 A: U3 D9 j0 I/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ T* m9 g w8 |, Y* `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 ` n, A- g: P! z! y) z, `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- e8 F. t* H8 l3 b! V$ K; FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 b% k; M' O1 u( e" r8 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ O R( v" U e: Q% w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ~, l% Z0 p( [0 }: W; ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 r* u+ U7 w" W+ |5 i* T; r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 O1 z y' S7 n/ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; \8 L( f7 r2 O: DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 p' U" g x& g! I1 v7 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
! [: B/ w' |0 b0 ?7 U' f, MHow you tried to set them free,
1 R6 F" K5 A( F" T3 C7 u5 R! {They would not listen they're not listening still, + s! r& D; y4 [& m) z
Perhaps they never will. |
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