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5 E# Y( B' Y! nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ n& E& a4 I5 v2 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 c: ^: D1 l/ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ]( E/ H7 S' ^! Y3 ^0 R9 o, Z6 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; h0 ~3 F4 f/ ~0 r- ?- c6 u* tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ]" s: ~$ m) \' N6 p' W
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 m1 V8 U) _4 C' C$ j
How you tried to set them free,
- o1 u# Y! T3 p. }- e5 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 P0 @. E6 R0 F7 Z! O+ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Y* a5 P. |$ `: n* ~; M8 ^3 C# B& y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 L+ {/ Q. ^ f, G, d3 V( J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M% d; Y7 C" m) OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . r5 i% D0 A; x( K/ K
; u8 }( T& x1 }2 S bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 G: j$ R' r) x, ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 q& D" t8 K* C2 P: z( a* u8 L5 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 q; T2 I A# w$ m# I- K# D3 y6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, + x' x5 l; N4 n& @: L' W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; f; Y& H) a) J( W: W% \! IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % n w; }; U' _0 r9 ^) ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) c/ ]) q6 Z# E( ^( S+ X! N; m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: [9 x% t5 [7 R- u& T+ w" e# ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) p$ V# ]. N/ E8 L. r
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 R8 l5 y3 b) |! kHow you tried to set them free, 3 C. k w+ Y x* M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ P$ q' l8 e, c, G* }9 M. `7 FPerhaps they never will. |
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