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/ O/ N$ c) f9 [0 [7 U( f6 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# w4 Z- S; z- \0 Y8 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - F0 P E8 R$ X: `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% o2 j z7 F; D0 I1 ]/ D# I, Y3 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( V7 w, t/ ]/ v8 a. b, D1 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) |/ l: x# \3 d% S& N: s$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, # \9 q0 M U3 B/ T
How you tried to set them free, * d9 x$ M V8 A5 H& W G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: k. C8 U. a! f; A8 F: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* |6 D" i2 F W3 Z5 y1 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ?% ]6 `2 L6 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; u( l. S2 A/ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # m' |* S& `) W5 Q1 ~; V4 w
. ^% g( @9 |, Q% {* lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 P4 D2 Z. C6 e5 m& n- `6 q) QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " G6 i* m$ P8 j: H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 m7 [0 P$ m0 G# _: ]% ?) i- z$ zBut I could have told you, Vincent, % S0 S0 m9 E' {- X3 p G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 e( A) N. z! p3 ^* c$ ^% P( EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . z" z9 G0 a/ h9 d' ]& b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, b+ O& r1 M1 e# {- Y5 L7 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. _( Y5 K, Z1 H
8 t" Y4 M* o" B! n9 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( |2 J5 ?' Z9 ?: IHow you suffered for you sanity,
% K" A% w# I/ x' LHow you tried to set them free,
9 C# c+ L; P3 o3 P* GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" b7 B. y5 n; H2 v$ J0 wPerhaps they never will. |
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