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# g3 [; y O2 q' k, o: H- UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + S/ F& g9 T9 ?3 Z6 |( W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 G' b4 z* N {" {' U5 R. t7 H$ C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 A; d, ^9 R+ x2 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " W+ X: v* O f4 _! G5 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 D6 ~' U: ^; S% vHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 i) i1 w4 W7 V& R3 ^, T. T( R& B
How you tried to set them free, / d% C& e" H- T9 W: `! ] A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % E( ?' c2 H3 x+ A6 S& }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! j. z% \* \3 V M/ i" ?+ U- c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 n# Z* e7 u* @6 H' Q# SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# J& Y" P" H# |( c$ R; aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 q8 w: }6 u9 J: {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
S9 v; v: M8 f& _5 j9 [/ Q/ a& wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 d5 Q* `" k6 ]! A2 @4 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % H* v" F, c2 b7 o% U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 [( E# \9 ~1 D* K. H& y) \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ n* k( i' | A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- [9 }- V4 z6 ?/ b3 o GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 M O2 i2 h) S/ c; w. u# CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- c# J4 Y# t3 j; c; F3 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( a, Y. B: v- L3 g( D3 v) H' @4 h" u
3 J R, [! U* zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B1 ^/ `1 x* F! [- }5 _, R1 E( THow you suffered for you sanity,
. r Y' I0 b4 C) dHow you tried to set them free,
: y( D7 T8 l' W" s7 x5 E5 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, % r% H+ {5 p- o& m7 |9 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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