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- L2 [4 O5 c P4 h( x6 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 @& x- u* _2 w5 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 N: R( D* @0 Q3 [- `7 o' z- dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 `! n1 R# l7 l6 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( c9 L" w* L; t" J# {. W0 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# c o& k' ?& ]+ b
How you suffered for you sanity, + v0 r6 e9 ^) x# E" m1 N
How you tried to set them free,
3 r7 m0 l8 h+ c9 X+ f& w8 X% o" ?9 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 m6 a4 W6 c# z+ |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: f; F" V+ F0 Z8 `- a1 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 c, a8 l4 O0 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 Y2 f R$ t& M" fWeathered 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,
0 Q7 L- h* v; c5 g& wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 q" U$ b$ ~( GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# w% i1 a2 |7 S9 Y, C* sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 A! U0 d$ x+ k4 C! c; p' N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ I1 d, }; \6 o9 g! G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 a K4 L3 ~8 U0 b' s" Y3 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) b8 P! h9 @7 n% F3 X8 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' l0 _. U1 U2 o; Y$ R
' s; `5 t! }8 I8 R: e( ?' PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! T5 y! c5 m7 P/ j7 c, x
How you suffered for you sanity,
' i0 t* f2 X) L+ b+ N0 y; ^How you tried to set them free,
2 _9 ^% T( [# ^1 Q2 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 v# G8 k1 a- [0 i9 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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