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% r: T' d% c9 k3 {. fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 D% x) J2 J) `5 d& p$ w7 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; k- G \# W( o; l, F0 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 c, R6 \& `, u4 K9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \- J- M9 H& l! N( `$ cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ P9 G; G" }$ v/ F6 o( l% UHow you suffered for you sanity, ; d- p: ] q8 d6 H& `! k8 u8 F
How you tried to set them free,
, ^ |4 e$ u! oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 g6 g9 S; Z/ Q3 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* p) i x) Y, { G# F2 d( qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, \+ P$ Z4 q- oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * _ {0 S3 J6 x, m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 v- @( D/ e0 O6 @, K
& o% F: Z$ X. E F/ Z. oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- s0 r8 H' v" a1 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * d2 }+ G9 r# e. V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 F: r5 |9 V! i; }3 H* C5 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 F6 O& \3 c( q8 `& G3 \/ E& g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. }" k5 G3 P3 c E. p5 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 X& \! D0 u" f$ J' u6 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Q j- n' e" @" X: R6 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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t6 ^7 G0 \& ~$ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ S' i* x4 Q/ S7 a/ SHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 a& t4 ~5 P4 l! |% K5 `How you tried to set them free,
% w8 m* @+ R* B- }2 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, - B1 }6 R% G: C/ J+ l0 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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