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& v8 Q* s8 l5 B; {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 A3 @+ y# Y7 G7 P- N$ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 b) H0 u+ n5 X* B4 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 N3 |2 d+ @6 m, y8 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ]& c( ?- Q7 b. w- N9 Y7 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. N, Q+ S" P" t9 n) _' mHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 W8 g5 Z+ k1 o- lHow you tried to set them free,
* b4 B. y, M* WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' P3 D B8 B7 ]7 x4 |+ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, E6 F, K: e- \& J$ \" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! X8 y4 Y' e; ^ X1 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Q6 }$ @! H* y4 A* q; k5 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. N9 R7 x& }9 l- Z q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ]8 g9 S$ S/ P5 h/ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # E2 D/ u" e" @- y" [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! S. J, S: i; `5 ~: g4 F8 c8 y gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% |) ?7 F6 m* _( R# B; F6 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / P/ o, \; ]- T, H! S. @0 F6 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( j% ?8 T" L8 l4 Q$ Y' KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( W" C; m O$ L# L: ^: x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 Z( S8 U$ C# n" jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : _, S+ D$ i; Z, ?& h3 X
9 Y0 K. u/ j0 a8 N/ E5 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?, S' o* I' r* O6 J4 q
How you suffered for you sanity,, Q6 @- m8 u9 |7 I8 E9 v5 @
How you tried to set them free, # ~* M1 b' X1 Z+ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Z9 T+ K8 |/ t% O9 R( ?3 L( x
Perhaps they never will. |
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