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, X$ F* `) `, R3 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . P; r% x# Z1 _$ K7 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 b8 Y$ p9 b* ?2 f9 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. `3 R" u; a+ z& |2 o3 O9 e* ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 F* ] \$ X* u. _* i9 X+ F0 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e0 z+ K7 u+ P( IHow you suffered for you sanity,
( { J8 c8 L* e* z: L' lHow you tried to set them free,
+ i% R% m3 X: t4 q( z" lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - j: y7 ^" U4 i. @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Z! a- J& D- {; m! D7 V/ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 q% o* s% k* qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 B& [) g% J0 f8 t8 p6 Q7 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 w) M ?1 s7 F% F
+ ]/ |5 s" W) fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 `9 d- d, S/ B( p. M2 u' a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 n! L! U- j* w- ^; a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " W9 e2 \5 l( T5 [8 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! J. j E) h! P+ K7 t9 w+ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - B6 A8 k1 e8 j4 b* Q% o1 Z
h6 K$ Y6 R) A% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F3 Z! Y+ Q/ V* B0 b& U1 f0 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( |8 s" f" {7 l* W% v$ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ]0 V" F0 j$ K: C) K/ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . d8 z# x6 P& D% C% R( g( h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 U. n& V( B& H' W
How you suffered for you sanity,$ t; p# u' V' g: |3 P- K! s
How you tried to set them free,
8 y! G" W. `4 c9 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 m, c) |" [: `; {/ {: d( q ZPerhaps they never will. |
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