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1 O$ n" c% z, S, n( CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ~2 t- I3 {+ d- p+ L. o/ B" }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 H/ e/ e/ [0 {; G7 O# R; AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' \. m6 E: R+ k" y3 \. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 c9 K8 u+ q- p2 C# U5 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ V4 p& c) A5 F9 S8 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 w. y! J6 \' [$ h) z" iHow you tried to set them free,
( y6 s; U8 P$ x6 U- l( N IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k: C+ P' R+ E4 _- |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + F) ? V3 }1 d1 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 z7 \5 d* P8 l( B8 X) t9 t. ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& { o$ T0 T4 L7 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 r6 b4 w! M0 J1 f
( h" Q5 G1 `5 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- P M' ?) e# W7 v" I) t" M1 o. {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ~8 \# [8 F! z+ [8 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 B& w8 l2 B! Y2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" }) m) _; \$ h( PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ?4 z1 Z+ g' I8 L6 ?& r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # w# p# E; P# H7 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " |# Z9 r/ x+ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ^% d& V+ r. `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( E1 n6 x4 j! ?; h" E) o4 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , x s/ U" x! I. ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Q- ]" r z4 M' g V! |$ S' o$ bHow you tried to set them free,
* L9 H# h! C' d& q* }- eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: s% q: D8 O8 Y# IPerhaps they never will. |
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