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' j; Q8 Z& ~/ d; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, t9 j9 A5 o. o* w& RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 z5 y( A+ W( V1 H/ L: gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 k& Y0 i8 `+ P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
o# f, {- r. t8 K1 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 W( c- H8 y& N+ j4 m- [" Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ( G8 ^/ W$ D0 @; @: M* T
How you tried to set them free, + Z5 ]3 f) c( [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) N$ i" I+ v% R1 ]) X6 D5 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- f& h/ X( B2 k* ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ?7 F# y. ^- a6 q5 a6 M8 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 p. C( P# C& k5 R0 A& Q: f4 c# |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ G* O V; C! Q! `3 g3 }/ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& L' A" ~9 u/ F; |& Q# cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ b% D3 r$ p5 {2 J$ m( `4 C3 _/ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. _4 g! \( p! s% e9 ?. YBut I could have told you, Vincent, . i6 [# r! m$ Y) s1 U/ U* z) `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / R& w% S9 E, w, ^8 T
$ V1 M; Y4 _8 R" U6 |4 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- |' O3 _* {% D) wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# f9 k8 n9 j5 k/ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Q$ e V1 p! T, o9 ~4 hThe 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, 0 }8 Z% ~( l# l$ n/ Q; p
How you suffered for you sanity,
( v2 |6 i5 e, x; L+ M. z6 x+ }6 S. @3 MHow you tried to set them free, - i* i( m' ^/ X; N G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: G2 m2 r" ~' m* pPerhaps they never will. |
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