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) o' v: M* k( uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- \: N& Z; P7 E) t/ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 b; k, y, x1 o7 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, w; S5 s: D+ n$ O1 W" h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Z1 v' ]3 E$ \: X1 ^ ~% o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 J, T! {5 c; p6 f* g6 W' o4 G4 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
. v) w3 J( r: Q- f {How you tried to set them free,
5 l) z( P5 V( P4 Q7 e8 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 h, ` O6 i; r/ i- l9 a( N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; k5 H3 z( f! T: U" E+ i& C7 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u% i7 }) l9 {- r# X9 J0 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ?, k0 ]" W/ b, W2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " S* O" r- a& I
" b: u, J- n6 A* j$ _! A* a( ?3 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: _! u: Y! }$ N# w6 w- Y! PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % R/ N( {- }4 p; `( J9 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 }, f, t& [" D* @$ s* ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
- I& Q& q. ~' w+ {' j, F8 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 L9 i: M5 t! H* i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : m; H# g B$ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 b; z" t! V5 g; q N7 QThe 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, & Z( q1 M" v, f. Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
" f% z8 m8 ^" HHow you tried to set them free, 1 Z$ G" F# D4 \+ O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 @( L9 X% ?( v5 q3 {5 B+ dPerhaps they never will. |
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