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q0 u# Q" Y! m1 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 C/ u* K. ]3 O- w5 I; v* U+ }0 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 W* E4 F, i) O" M Q, F* uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% j" L% \+ k( n! g( {) @5 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- k0 S9 _6 q( l9 y" X# y7 j+ t7 u+ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me," `1 |! d. e+ E& D7 E' C* \
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [3 M# R/ F( X9 IHow you tried to set them free,
0 y/ Q$ ~7 ] y) M% o& l$ V. vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + v& ]0 D2 A* ?+ P+ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 k7 d- r& n g- ^5 X& d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % M* I! I6 E8 z0 [8 d2 H) c- F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 D4 a3 K# o( C, l
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, $ _$ n& U; o: j. I( G7 U0 q/ \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 J8 J4 D- l/ j$ v% m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Y) t- o* I. K; GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& _/ X$ X/ r9 G) |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ K7 i) U3 c" ^( R: m
* Q, J( \" M9 _5 J0 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Y% X, i b* r4 M+ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ q2 Z* w/ ^$ d. |: Z, @# vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ B9 e. v0 W$ g! T- T |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; d6 ]" r3 ~$ p( f, @
* v! `0 t/ D9 c0 s# N p1 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 q1 y) C! n, {. Y( U
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d1 [" T8 Z9 V" u. PHow you tried to set them free, - o6 F3 z r0 V) N) w7 l @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 z( ~% \3 `* L% VPerhaps they never will. |
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