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, ]* |0 P" U8 `; P* F/ v6 L8 P, IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! o% q; O- g( o8 A; U+ n2 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- P4 t7 S- M$ X" P. {/ G0 c" [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
T( S$ C. K% I5 J i: w$ UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 [, p# Y8 |5 j0 y( c0 n: n7 v7 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 H& i2 a p8 Q8 lHow you suffered for you sanity, # N6 o" U2 l o! }: L
How you tried to set them free,
9 T$ L! o/ L5 s/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - E. o. B) Z8 \! O1 N& n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - U/ y4 X% ^( L' W) T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A- U, v% J2 A7 c# b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ C& \* [! ^3 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , @/ [, ~+ |4 S! u0 R6 b q
+ W, H# k5 h( ?6 n$ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
@1 Y3 r: H9 G8 {2 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
o( p" j/ k2 w. zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; w4 `. K# ]8 c/ g7 f1 s5 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' ?2 g8 F8 D" L6 T- c; e/ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 U3 N( p; }9 J3 p' `' a( d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 w$ V6 V/ Z2 T# P. J" OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 U+ m0 {" D/ I$ y4 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 g& @ B5 @9 Z0 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D2 T }& G! g; i" d( b7 A7 S1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,6 Z" B, B( S3 p3 W' D
How you tried to set them free,
( `) p6 G- p/ }# m6 y! TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- z) s$ `1 x" s- _Perhaps they never will. |
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