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* M* y8 v0 v4 @! o7 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J" l9 b C* w$ zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ C% o# ?: u5 ?( pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& w$ r3 X( W* n6 y1 l- \8 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ?& |' P3 Y n1 v7 }- R( wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) C6 y W, n. B% \6 h# Y; _$ P
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 `2 p7 o1 u0 Q6 k% m* c8 w
How you tried to set them free, 5 V- Z9 ^, [. Q% f" }# i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
|# |* B4 z6 i- `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, u D# d5 a. z8 d% `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " C) b- F7 e' `) f. C I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + R6 x& }6 x; l4 r% _ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 _& a7 G7 G) [. G8 l8 o& pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 N8 V) M# q3 J3 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) c' O: ^/ N$ G- a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, o" y& g5 g9 u* [2 E" vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ]- }! D3 E; t3 a
. e4 ~1 q, r: wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 f! N! I& y" z- q# lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ~3 L' ^' }& R) W% c- FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % ]1 ]6 {9 v2 h0 A' P( R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Q" m' m& ^$ p N! d' |# b& E% d+ `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, y. G! V8 _# t% r) T6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,, U5 o0 U) ^+ o, b
How you tried to set them free,
4 l5 @& ?. ]6 F% `1 o% y0 y0 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 I# d+ K/ P: d& f7 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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