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* [4 U& K' Q l, P$ \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& r. L# J$ t6 o. S$ z& j0 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 Q) l. w1 Q( N3 k8 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Q# @( ~. k6 c. l) }. w: tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ m- q7 l2 Y4 @' kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ n5 [9 x( V3 K- dHow you suffered for you sanity, % P4 x% f* n& Z6 ^% ?4 r' t3 p
How you tried to set them free, # G" Q& L" h" R4 k2 z% ^) [! k9 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 A9 S6 m* N0 F! n, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . f9 A, X6 Z7 x; L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * C; A! ]3 E" V6 W5 u/ F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 H9 o8 ~2 p- i2 Q/ `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : m. i. h; E W0 T" {' U: r& t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 D4 d' m5 m6 ~+ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' C3 u: H$ O& m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ r5 m7 |* A; X0 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: x0 D+ X5 d/ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ N, ~( }. ~7 J* @! E1 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ?4 l) B: ~* pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; i' i+ e) I1 U+ R/ mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * f' }' H" C1 {* H& i, L/ V
6 f) r) Y+ P4 S( E I. q$ o v' |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: X; F$ E% |$ f: T) ^+ V: GHow you suffered for you sanity,( ~6 C* K; y3 }/ g
How you tried to set them free,
% E( I5 x% R2 u% ^ W" `# [7 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, % v, n `& e2 X) h' F1 ^
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