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- M7 S" v4 l8 g; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: I& J. c( ?! Y1 [) Y6 H% L# ^9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 i# e; ]7 N/ K4 D, v4 X) e( L1 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% P/ B4 W& }: S3 E5 _7 ~, [9 P+ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: a7 y- h% ^4 F# bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ?' R: Y1 B; i1 s" c$ h5 [2 b, |How you suffered for you sanity,
* ^4 ?- h- f: V4 S, D5 `How you tried to set them free, . J8 `5 i" |2 { y2 A5 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! i: C4 F: i" w8 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 V/ K$ X- ~: g6 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. K4 ` `' |5 J2 q# {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 d r" p& O8 B9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * s* Y" w9 n" z, h
3 t4 A/ p( D) H; h. vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " I, s2 w& d; N$ w8 S! D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Q- S3 t V% q UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' o, N) E' S( W( }# yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 [) D' o$ b6 \( W% _$ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " F+ f; w1 H4 c& K# L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " B1 l; I! ]! d' I$ P' P @* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 f6 c- g( {4 m9 K, `& l6 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; I& i. e" J( u; y
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, 8 G" E! ?6 f% Z% i8 e* p5 q( s. `
How you suffered for you sanity,1 u+ _& |) y# s8 | S
How you tried to set them free,
3 v% J- G2 ~/ u% }8 M7 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
N# E9 ]* b3 t" ]Perhaps they never will. |
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