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' ^ a, C; O G) l( I# e9 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / `- j" d- t3 W* b1 x5 ~* N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - A, a7 a2 `3 t* g" E t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 X0 k1 `4 H/ M$ b9 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, o9 |, @3 K k# Z7 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& V, t- }! n; T2 @. I; B) T7 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 g+ w; G* r5 G5 W9 X/ |! t% T3 EHow you tried to set them free, 1 W2 \! P5 J2 S/ a7 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ S0 B5 A8 b6 F+ p2 z! nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , {+ Q& a, M e9 a% l5 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 B- m- \3 _. W' X& u5 ^- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 p, \* s- z' J2 f7 o' aWeathered 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, 2 ?5 F# V+ y) O) f4 H/ g8 P- F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ~: o; c+ C' p3 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Z! t2 i" Q7 x; |& S4 `4 o! h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
Z) n! n$ F) ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; h; t5 z5 K3 t3 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( O6 f. u% R( l9 a, R( f" F8 A9 t5 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / o8 Y8 Z% L" Q. i0 i1 w5 W6 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' S6 W9 z8 _* n. O6 u8 i6 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# J- h Z2 D7 ]$ D! l0 U8 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' }: R# ~) b& T$ ^* d; w& }% P
How you suffered for you sanity,$ h9 e* v C0 U9 c0 D9 { [
How you tried to set them free,
7 }$ e; I0 i: \. |7 e: d+ ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 u$ B: B6 I2 k4 k& C3 M( Z+ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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