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" D5 L; Z( T4 [* ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 F( g( \9 o L7 ~7 V$ P/ w) Z+ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Z2 {2 V: K2 [2 c# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 C% N: v$ H! T j; E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! c5 p) M; k! O r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 }+ v8 g# w& r( `9 C: S7 k9 e1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
: {( g4 n* r; |( N8 bHow you tried to set them free, " P' r0 d2 {* s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 c F" T0 v% C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . w9 s5 ~& w! Z! `4 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . n) f% s) v4 C. {6 D" a5 q1 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 C8 n9 j/ k, O. N( t! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - L8 x+ w" A4 |/ }
* \- ]0 K! k6 E/ h2 T- wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 }" P/ v+ {+ r: z; bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 C. n" P# g. r6 W+ u8 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ^5 g4 Z( k, Z% v L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \/ V0 d- p/ S. g' n& S# n7 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 k2 K- [ ^% Q2 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ p$ M7 r) O1 d, I3 P0 K3 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Z" e9 S( J( ^ z2 W! e0 `7 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Q/ U7 e0 R7 ]9 T# TThe 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,
( T( u0 Z" {) @0 z1 D6 T& hHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ? [. V O+ V# \& h* |How you tried to set them free,
' f+ l1 e/ J4 U$ D# LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Z, Q" Z" P" Q( B6 I8 y' {1 A- L( ~0 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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