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- z" @. Z8 M3 O& L0 R5 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^6 ^6 n8 Y% g( u4 U$ [3 y( jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 z* w6 H7 `/ cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 f1 v; z( L- K+ H- }5 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ~, E _" y4 u1 a' ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* [. `) v- V2 t; O, G! k
How you suffered for you sanity, ' {: S$ m. H$ B$ c+ P1 c* D
How you tried to set them free, 2 V8 d& m; J: p3 D0 z( f8 t6 L+ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 r8 c: l" R2 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" A: ]$ b& `/ t3 }4 f9 G' lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 _: H' e5 a4 j& ]) i; B5 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ? ~2 {7 R' {/ D' uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E+ B- M+ C+ n& n& U. m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' O1 M) y k) g/ s- x" ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Y4 k& W+ s- v/ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; J1 h6 f% |$ e. lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 D0 ]) V! b8 \8 s H1 b1 L& `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 N9 s3 U8 ^" P. J: A( L% S2 o
9 H+ G, Q& G! a4 i; w- v! {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , r. Z$ u* {$ P" @7 Y" }* O( R% L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d3 |8 Y8 y5 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: S; I0 R l9 ^2 Y- aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - n0 N" o$ V% `8 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B3 j$ k: `" ~% I! b( m# f3 E
How you suffered for you sanity,: E4 r/ K7 |7 s5 f L5 S4 p
How you tried to set them free,
0 M9 B) `- `4 g% P7 y9 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: e. X7 z; r) @" B# UPerhaps they never will. |
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