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3 N( }1 p* z5 P. u( [, UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : x+ C5 F5 e$ c- t" K+ ~- T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 \+ j- C7 E6 ^0 K6 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% p6 l6 m: Y4 ~9 W, u) L0 u- n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 a$ ]3 y3 l) r" F5 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," j6 J8 u9 i2 a" Q9 R- [& d: ~: B
How you suffered for you sanity, ; Z! J5 B# T& \5 F, `
How you tried to set them free, 7 ~. V$ m& P+ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : _1 {/ X- F0 _* O6 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 L% C7 a; z9 V$ j9 }5 U; [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 P8 _8 Z: Z8 c- D4 v s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 {6 m' D% R( F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: B% A7 I, d8 t4 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L% a* D0 u0 n7 ]. JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : H3 |; `9 W) @ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Q" o/ G; @; A# N/ u7 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Y6 p: Q% z# UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . {5 h8 d+ q/ z9 P4 t5 U/ U/ k- U
! \+ k! U/ G4 M iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 y1 `& V* f* z$ v3 R1 s. n+ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ |- A. w- t2 Z) h2 l$ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 r& \- D5 B! E$ Q( H0 C3 S
The 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, & S" b, ~$ d6 ^" K
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 U. ?2 V" y4 z. BHow you tried to set them free,
0 M0 ` y- T+ @* mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; l" M& H: N3 e9 `Perhaps they never will. |
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