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2 a8 O7 N; M# [; C, b% |7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ]. E* c$ f; ?0 q. R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 \) o+ g9 Q1 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, G1 a9 Y8 C& ~+ S$ O3 R4 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) o4 d" J4 m' ]" O; M! C( n, X; E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, W) F: q+ l8 C- J1 p. R# i' T
How you suffered for you sanity, ; J4 N9 U' f8 f4 D; ?* d
How you tried to set them free,
- T- J) H$ }2 Q) @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Z$ _* V0 ^+ A0 ^# Z4 ?( k6 D8 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 T( @7 f7 o, I- I! I2 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& K5 E! @/ Y; C, T( s. W6 _ B- ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# j4 b2 {* ~# }4 [( R% Z9 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _8 f6 }7 P+ M# `) L5 ]- S8 F. A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 | R: v/ a' b, n, N7 p$ a: o! y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . O& e/ s- D" W' e& { O6 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 W2 J, j; m+ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + n+ o/ ^! @0 E* R3 P
_5 U* M( ?; c. G( q7 \% bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
Z3 c6 Y% U2 a6 A6 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. V. F; r5 R& {% x. h; w3 M2 X$ k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 p, b% G( u! j4 i) s* ?
The 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, 8 h! {- A( `5 y+ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
. N1 _/ j9 X! |$ f7 `How you tried to set them free, X6 p8 Q9 ]% z. g7 W4 X& y+ P
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' `1 r* J* n5 Q1 m3 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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