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( p+ g: I4 G' `$ k' k5 D, b- DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 R Q2 |: x3 I0 O+ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 q3 `% F h( q" C: H: AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Z2 I1 v$ {. Y$ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Z* V3 \$ U8 I+ E, ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ e6 |( t6 p5 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
' F: I3 Q! b' s3 O. O1 R0 VHow you tried to set them free,
1 F0 l1 N+ ~' M1 T! YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ d* g' J3 }1 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 U" o/ d, i% [2 \' W7 g* g) U( x B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 X$ @: F) @# S! y2 S% q& V, G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 a: v' X( N) w* o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' C' O4 \, n8 }4 x( C
* H0 M a. K1 H; y& z6 e0 N% `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: C; l1 z* l; `5 ^6 i* @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" x* y/ ]3 F& D7 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ U6 k8 c3 A% KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 P( N3 a+ u; Y. I( i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * X1 t0 |0 ?* J$ I) z) i5 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ N6 ?/ Q& n A. R- r! w: n- mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z5 d( z5 G: C& p7 J2 o& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 P! v: j# p. M; F+ X" lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' d! |+ v' c+ H5 F; X3 j) ?) M
3 R r7 X/ H9 M9 ?. a2 H7 V6 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ H/ X4 c7 M# r/ a; KHow you suffered for you sanity,
- c* @: v( d5 O, |' |How you tried to set them free,
$ X( J" l; E. P5 W2 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ \0 J! m7 F8 {# t' p6 I3 uPerhaps they never will. |
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