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8 J7 g8 e: v; p* I. _9 c' S9 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 |) U" V9 X" p9 M# G1 u, i# Z) @5 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 N9 q6 h% v( y2 g1 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% L T- G% V, F% I9 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & U* Z9 R( O! ?: [6 O, i0 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! L# a5 j u) s! xHow you suffered for you sanity, $ Z' e% q) h! R/ o- j; L, \: _. m
How you tried to set them free, 8 s j* k g! d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 V4 A: }7 ?' o2 y3 b2 \- [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 C: M6 s9 a9 R& g( W( rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 G& T3 I3 e- A/ ?+ Z+ p& I! Z( {" }; NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- [+ k" J. I0 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + ^' j" Z! T" i3 [4 B1 I( m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & A; H" w+ O# |% |3 R2 x% w! ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 D! D5 G$ j, [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 u5 ]- r- q5 E8 c3 wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 E- @" |; M8 o' b4 P7 T5 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" i7 u/ N; g, V) \5 ?# iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# O; [7 \3 _( P! f$ k1 ?, l) ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & {; J. q3 v( F* n( J1 D8 M* h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! P6 P2 m- _( y( s) v p
( s; {" X: w2 O9 g8 K. iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 s$ S3 a: d. QHow you suffered for you sanity,
! }% V; s! T0 C8 \2 F6 t- RHow you tried to set them free,
* e) ?" f- |0 T5 s6 M) m8 Z5 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( o, k5 {6 L r- z* l% P" x
Perhaps they never will. |
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