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. C' S: t/ Q) F% Z& eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 v7 R: U i! s9 t9 C0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 t5 |) B: ~& o/ i- j5 e0 c5 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: \& u7 n k+ H) D' o2 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / F/ t7 i: u1 ?+ |, {$ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# A0 p8 ?: G: i% zHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ~# ]7 g5 @5 }* n. E' J$ q' e: [
How you tried to set them free, 1 N' a4 ^; Z3 k; N# y0 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 T* h( z6 ~7 L: z5 g AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 w/ s6 X, Q- N. f& S2 G( kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 J' K! w% Y1 t- B, \3 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ^. L8 o! @% z1 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 c) m! Y3 k+ H* E8 t( s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: f6 ^5 ^" ]1 o1 y& b% ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* @. l: e; e" V3 T! W' f, b+ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / `2 j1 `3 E+ D8 W9 [( D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 b) G( P8 \" J4 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% k8 D* R# @: I: ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! |) _5 q9 G. ^$ o+ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# d5 V% A& I& ^( i' dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 p1 A+ Z4 c% m* h4 V2 j- wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, V6 \- ]# Y5 o6 E; ?( Z# zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 \6 m5 C9 }9 R$ ^How you suffered for you sanity,+ o) j' e; [$ f
How you tried to set them free,
9 H! j% {% g/ w9 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 L/ W- P6 Z; o5 F! s( ]' O) sPerhaps they never will. |
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