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/ }9 p8 ^4 ~' g N) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # L+ C2 _. ^5 T/ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & s8 K" a# X1 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ]5 h1 Q9 P/ K) Q" x: l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- G4 a. C( C9 V7 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ^0 U6 ~% s" t: G
How you suffered for you sanity, # D. q' ^- L, \# l9 y$ P5 J% j) `) [
How you tried to set them free, 0 l+ |/ P' C1 T, H' o" x6 q5 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # J; ^2 I% E; K; o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * a% \" O0 g' f# _, d! ~. l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* T+ T7 M" B+ c" f/ C. N$ A; YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( E7 x4 A4 C& Z1 O& W3 z- f3 U4 n
Weathered 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,
U8 t M! @. b% ] w& d8 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. m$ R# ~& v( k2 p3 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ m/ o' @- E% R# u( n6 ^5 F2 h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {3 ^5 O7 W2 Z; c2 c4 Y/ g8 ]' K" jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Q% a8 v: d* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 H' C4 @. S& L; E8 b; Z7 g0 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ?3 }8 X) R6 x, c7 [
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, 4 K5 O. p# d% d* ^) q; R4 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
, I4 I3 ~) e3 xHow you tried to set them free,
! v' t4 [, w+ n- ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 c. P$ d" q8 d) H' {( ~' IPerhaps they never will. |
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