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v& }9 K3 |" y0 D; n5 i. KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 _; k! C: w6 T, w6 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - R' `& N0 E0 { u4 B2 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% K: m4 D( D( k4 ^7 h. l- V/ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 n' f/ x2 d% G: m4 ~$ h( |" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 E6 E7 D& t0 P8 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 F5 Q1 P& |4 x9 l3 C zHow you tried to set them free,
* G+ z8 ~0 Y6 I: q4 ]* C2 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 E7 |! f9 k# M1 q/ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 L) e* i( M% c; ^$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. x+ r/ ~7 b: R4 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 a, u6 I4 x, r* @0 U9 l9 c- lWeathered 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,
+ N7 I% t& w7 P: k- l0 ]# oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: P& ?& m1 Z5 n4 N' Q- s' DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ?7 \3 y% y# V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 e# X, n4 _' SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, L( z0 D( G# Q( U6 `# o5 N7 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 X, j; P# m: @, F% o( L8 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( q5 Q7 {, d- |6 u; oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : s% n, U7 h8 O% A0 r5 v
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,
4 A4 H" u. X: \How you suffered for you sanity,( e8 |2 A( D9 C
How you tried to set them free, ) M% x1 }7 y) K$ l) e1 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 [5 U# B5 P/ H8 H, Y- u B
Perhaps they never will. |
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