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! i! c7 B& H+ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 `/ W) K* {, v8 r [1 ^2 o5 z9 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * n2 R8 K+ ^( j' T% X k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 R" P. H# M4 \) {: [; T- ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 V3 \) |% |' F: g2 [8 U: m) Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 k# o7 c4 J: j- K1 r
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 `; Q" m0 M: P, F+ S
How you tried to set them free, 6 s+ y$ T; }5 i# ^. C) ?/ O0 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 j" w* F( n) g$ ?. n1 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& a6 p! D+ r/ U! DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 r5 C& Z4 F. Y, e( X7 L) n) S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 T1 T& O# e0 _" T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) r& u5 S; I- I" u3 w$ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / Y2 q; x: ?3 l, t5 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y8 z" B# G. ~% D; r3 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 D2 C d1 l) r- V9 {- lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 V6 D, m3 ?( H; `- J: i4 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 K( `3 {1 P# ` x0 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : G2 J4 ?4 w' D3 N8 j7 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r. m. P* E5 f5 ~2 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( C& p" Q1 D0 A% o! J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , F$ A. c! `4 I7 E
8 i' J0 o. o: C. `! [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 G/ K0 o) c) H" } J Z9 S* ]* `
How you suffered for you sanity,# b. |3 ^4 b# f( x8 F
How you tried to set them free,
8 m7 U9 I% {" Z% WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 a8 L+ B, q( V; R/ {' \
Perhaps they never will. |
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