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) N5 s$ G @- J! D1 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( p9 s3 B" \. L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 x0 X! [* A4 c/ p& x7 ?2 g: LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. {* f' T7 E$ a0 l- ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( G, A) g5 v3 X6 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- |3 q: B4 r4 o/ U- n% Q1 O8 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 O* b3 s3 W+ `" V. `
How you tried to set them free, ; I; m" U5 \2 ^. D- s" F4 Z p6 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; C: `$ k8 `7 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* b" T4 J" r c3 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ?' K+ Q& p3 u' W* H8 J$ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * R* }# T1 D- j# u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) P6 B2 s- Q# C/ K0 M2 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% j% o0 m2 h0 P5 G! w9 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 X; e- D" p, K0 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- C4 P" b/ J* E. l/ j; H% G9 J4 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ [/ X+ k- o4 ^+ l- {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" d" I; {8 x: [. Y5 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B% X3 o T2 ^/ N- t1 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 w1 Q5 g3 F; o; W- h" t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % }7 s7 }3 m1 |$ g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' E" ]3 k7 ~- L3 D9 b/ @' z- O# |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: T/ N5 e3 [8 \) mHow you suffered for you sanity,: S3 z3 m V( b7 a7 O+ K
How you tried to set them free,
: E1 P' S+ v! H8 R& UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 u* n- c& Z8 D0 N0 aPerhaps they never will. |
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