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- @4 Y+ Q; o1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; q7 b$ s2 s: X+ h7 ^3 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ q/ `; U( ~0 I; l" g. NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 h4 r |4 o) F1 _; ]4 @2 ^) d+ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 _3 F1 R4 V! Q2 ~. p+ \3 K& WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 q& D" a. g" b0 W' x
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j" s7 W" C# |( f. h1 A- Z- YHow you tried to set them free,
/ H2 k9 n# w. k8 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 r9 i- y+ c, Y5 g) M0 j' c1 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% Q. c# V1 t4 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ?4 l; I: [5 x% k/ A. F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; o1 l2 H% Q# s' O" X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( J* w# M" o7 F& Q) g9 J v5 @+ R
: C' N2 f/ o; E6 U: j, _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 h' F1 I/ d) o5 Y+ C+ l( KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! i) B# D- D& P" A( C* e9 f6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 K" S! W3 o Q7 M+ ^. }: f. gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 q O' L' S5 ^& M3 o2 \4 d; k2 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * Q& v( {, e6 F% t+ l9 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! P8 J* @9 t4 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% P9 \3 _8 c8 r0 X7 }' w0 T. vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' b% O) s, y3 j9 E3 Z! n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ v& w" v* @ ?3 L# jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! p, q" ?) p$ Y- E0 U# p% Y& C
How you suffered for you sanity,
' a& L! x! _9 \ R. ~) \How you tried to set them free,
/ y3 j( e; b. H0 m& yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ b: v: E3 x$ g% z( E% }- t& \Perhaps they never will. |
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