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- |2 I% H+ K4 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 t2 t9 D3 g- PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' }' a! { F$ q, y( s' KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& P& Q! o- A# Q; f B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 I# y2 |6 n o) v/ @; B- f, O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ l: g8 n: C& hHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ ~) R; Z! C1 x! k/ i+ MHow you tried to set them free, ) E5 E1 p! g+ G5 @2 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 R' h& X, N( Z8 s( p wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# Y2 \! W. {# ]3 m. nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / d5 U7 f* P0 v7 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 p# ~$ \9 @9 @$ k' p
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, - y! j' _+ L$ F8 j5 ~9 m8 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 R% @% X$ o4 M1 A0 m$ B2 W! |% Y9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# c0 F+ f+ J3 h1 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 d/ M( [* q! uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + B; _- R4 D8 M5 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; F$ y% M0 L# c' N4 j; Y6 A( r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ H' @9 @) i. O7 }# SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* k8 o7 A* U' ?/ [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. L0 Q8 q3 f4 F' e: r6 }; l7 Z" p
4 P1 _( n: h0 c3 W- l# u5 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, g( d" b5 f y! I$ ]2 p. I- \
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 T# ^8 L& \' Q2 D3 R- D/ dHow you tried to set them free,
b; q7 B$ ^5 M( S* AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 g1 ?5 ]; s1 G8 d# }# m" N
Perhaps they never will. |
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