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) v: N8 ~0 O) b3 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& \& f3 c3 P- k% `- `1 c- zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * \ e3 i+ F7 m' ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. P" V( e& j7 n+ K; M, i0 b' m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 y: T7 n5 f9 y" WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 P! f1 W# b% A8 U6 h9 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
; q4 a5 }- x- P& C) n% T6 yHow you tried to set them free, 2 D. v) M2 B( {9 G% L7 M2 \# A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Y2 d. S! S: `( LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # |- t% a! v1 @0 Z! C: H, t7 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ e9 M& w: H1 i) p( e" AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 W p* K( V3 L# ~" B) kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ P. \$ ?) d* U$ a- P& Y% M' pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + l+ L: _, }" c: L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( B" H# v Y* M% p! bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Q2 h$ q2 f2 q, X1 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 j* y3 @: m* n# _! L LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ C9 T" o, |) |1 f) I7 N4 q7 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 m' R) @. f: D4 }, ?% ~ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 M W2 W8 T1 l( j$ P Z1 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 N$ P+ ~2 y- f5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,% j* f5 v2 i: T' ]
How you tried to set them free,
, o9 r6 _" G; k* z& KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: S& n: q6 \) G4 b& u' Y5 |Perhaps they never will. |
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