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4 j, W* }! K" l8 Y5 }8 l2 x0 D6 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% j, v& E9 N; y. H8 a9 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 C9 }% `5 [5 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' @, k9 t- m5 B7 L5 |) NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " p& B8 d' V( U; H& G4 T2 K' X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ \5 y" W7 y& [; E2 b; [, V
How you suffered for you sanity, + _- |2 ~' I7 z9 i+ P
How you tried to set them free,
9 G; [5 j7 t9 ?$ d2 y& jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) W: h3 K% ?) x, j, ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r% q' m% {: U# FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 `4 }$ I F# H) `1 c. n1 n' N( U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , h% {1 G+ P$ ~9 k$ w+ @
Weathered 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,
! ?) @2 S0 O) ]4 ~+ Y& x, @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; c/ O9 o3 D' L1 H1 b6 X7 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* J7 }0 q) `8 P' WBut I could have told you, Vincent, + j( t' I& o' |% G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ^, O/ I! P( F" r o# CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
D& q4 W) R" ~& SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 o# v! }/ ^; _2 C" s4 r: q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & j# P1 R/ {2 p K" w' D# ~6 H
* I. I7 W% Z- v0 |5 y+ {; ^3 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 B* y7 M" ~, O1 N5 h! J: d
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 D% N/ ~0 Z$ m: R) c' `How you tried to set them free,
0 K- m+ S4 Y' K& O% t" [$ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& I1 f* s( ~1 J9 [% J" xPerhaps they never will. |
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