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, V7 p. ]! s/ u/ H( dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" d- b' a) s; {1 ]8 d$ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! I+ V2 f/ A6 s0 x) e) v! s+ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; L4 t: |7 E- r: s& z' ?1 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 f+ w1 o& x6 M9 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 u$ Z9 X6 d) W }How you suffered for you sanity,
5 E# ?1 `* D7 x* k( R2 B2 mHow you tried to set them free, , p1 C. ?7 L8 m' E# X L! i9 x0 Q0 R6 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 J5 E4 l* d" s5 j* u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 `. F, F1 |& nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( R/ y3 D- @' V3 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ H: y# @2 \9 M. W9 w; K9 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% d8 y4 l1 c0 u4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 C0 u2 i5 g' R$ Y; h/ g2 `+ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 k- a' L( m6 x3 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 T" |2 S5 X Q* [) P5 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g& v& F- F [+ f: ^" o( g/ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 T) M! s; f. c% p# K$ c2 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; I2 ?. R7 c" r |4 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , P& a; x! Q% v
7 j6 r5 K5 @0 E' W3 K) kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ]8 C. q* B s# F7 R5 g) {8 m% N/ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
% `1 f; q* l+ _" `How you tried to set them free, 1 I- O4 u8 Q* _/ k3 R( x
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ^) ^! a+ L7 j( o% R( ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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