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3 H( B! W) [8 F- kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 R! M8 `# T& M& {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 t2 A1 b7 k% O) ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 c q& R% v6 L3 w: \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 O" f: f1 y) r( M& jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 f, ^! }% o- r" h, Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ( H- @0 e6 F2 C9 l7 k3 }4 O
How you tried to set them free, + w! m* m7 }/ K' H. G% C6 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( G; E/ @0 \7 F0 v8 r* \) tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ t9 v! B2 R0 a/ g" J' \/ qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- e: j7 L7 s T* G6 T/ `* G$ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 @3 J+ E, h. a' e, |) j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ v* I( s* f( c0 U! s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 F, t. r t; m: ?* t4 ^6 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F6 `/ `6 ]. g: vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, p& c0 q$ a y& @! b) s8 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _! p* {+ `$ H7 m: [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / y+ Z1 M9 K1 c, M, x
) y! _' h* y( m# o* Y7 l0 B' d9 u3 r6 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : h( y, `1 e6 j# i1 ?9 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: V; a$ N8 w2 k- N2 ~" U& rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 x, v9 _2 f4 E/ d( D8 p. gThe 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,
0 |; S- g: R5 I; EHow you suffered for you sanity,7 _: y# w% q8 n
How you tried to set them free, H3 l7 g8 i4 O' ~9 l+ `4 j9 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e" y! u* i4 _3 ^9 K, }, yPerhaps they never will. |
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