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! ^. y P! O# VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
}& j$ \, T( n D1 p2 u; ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 {+ v+ c( N5 r' R# A6 ?5 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, Z/ ?; u$ G# ?% d1 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, O( x9 p' v+ o- y' mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b% G& ?: X2 ?1 G1 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E/ ?3 Z$ E, c6 yHow you tried to set them free,
0 F$ K! [- m4 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : F; Y$ z0 n# E% h) ~3 W4 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d+ E. V' W5 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : x0 M. e2 Y) g5 f" q7 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) |& M0 ~ b& @0 X
Weathered 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,
9 `5 n3 R+ q v: P; z4 I9 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . G* c+ W& i- B" W y4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: d; K2 b+ o, |8 R9 e& SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 }# ]; L8 H9 i& u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 C# [$ G" N& P W4 V A' DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 q7 d& m1 {: X" e& V5 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 @; y G: X8 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ Z: ~" C. L5 w; @& }; wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & \' X f A7 ?
1 j" C5 E3 [* a w. kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' x" G9 F7 S0 ?/ v& v
How you suffered for you sanity,+ B1 L j* U. o* s F3 j; q
How you tried to set them free, - e( j& W. q9 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ x* v" O6 g% K$ DPerhaps they never will. |
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