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* J7 Y( z$ P6 m' ?$ s6 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! o# Z. Q2 W, [0 \8 {0 C% D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# y5 k R: V4 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ?& b* d9 f* V% G5 s0 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v8 `/ L7 f* N' K# ]' m$ g+ G) B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; u7 ?, N6 ?. P0 x( l. sHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 w, D$ \6 @: D. b9 ~8 wHow you tried to set them free, : i5 C/ j& Z8 S' v |% \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 z4 \% X% o* u+ N) nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 d9 @& B1 t- q0 T/ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + G1 `1 f4 a' `$ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 `1 }' o3 M$ [% {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! r' t3 H( R% A: p4 q' G
& {8 b+ h' E C! R9 F( GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% n0 W/ R9 f, \' a k8 D2 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, b# t1 F! L' H: a" ^" |8 B% m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Z& q+ V/ s2 O1 x- O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: E! q$ P2 k( g# _/ `: bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - P$ B: {+ U) y$ Q6 i9 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 F( l/ k* F0 p7 Q1 w/ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 V. ^0 D- A/ ]9 s5 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 X. O) \6 J C# g' B4 L5 l1 t3 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ^- y7 y% @* m5 Y9 v, g0 J4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,& u$ u2 p* ?6 e4 X* e" c' Y3 S
How you tried to set them free,
. Z( U0 w& j( |) m+ w: x4 [They would not listen they're not listening still, + | |" x3 Q" o3 w' Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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