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1 ?# s7 _# \* y* }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + a5 Z9 F( T1 h8 @0 `7 w( A @3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 R; z& w4 E* G% ?" sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C8 g# j5 R/ q* a( D! j1 ]- yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & R: P/ P4 ~. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 n. x! s, k0 w: z2 j6 H; H, X
How you suffered for you sanity, * G9 F5 u* t R$ k
How you tried to set them free, ' V% H' T/ W4 `9 j' y2 h( T5 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : A" O! n0 a- L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 R" `" T3 d; q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G; n# b, v+ o+ S0 G2 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ N1 k2 V) M- x6 x+ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ H5 {6 `: n& m9 ~; X3 K
4 O6 @& E+ s. R9 i! mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & g; Z" W! P2 A. ~# H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r/ i3 [: [& x: g8 N1 e! [9 \2 F9 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Q' ~9 W9 S8 L* Z* w# GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S% M1 n1 \1 u$ ]- a$ n7 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 z" ~ b) U. W) m* r0 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ?2 g" A& c* v0 N1 y8 Y: b, o0 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# w9 W* P7 O) s {& ^1 s4 x/ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! n( o. \0 @1 f" a0 b5 J& rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, @& j0 W6 F# ^; W8 R- m1 R
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Y, p) K8 H: k$ V" \ M% `' i% e9 A
How you tried to set them free,
) D8 E; i& r8 r& n$ l# ?6 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' J g: q+ u. H7 r9 B6 |Perhaps they never will. |
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