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5 r' p( o! ]! H2 X* IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / M8 M7 z& p2 D, u' \3 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' q g1 `5 T, U2 D0 y% R# v! e- Z) T6 x: q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 @; V2 R: [; @0 N* \1 ~& C! B/ wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 q; l A3 T j5 y$ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% R$ {: x/ e! {# sHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 \: \8 P$ ]7 s( } S; E; Z( ~How you tried to set them free, ( y! V0 M5 y" I9 V% i6 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" \4 ^1 m/ z2 g) kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! c* w- x, m; [: Y4 @9 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ]7 n5 d, o4 g7 T9 p4 V, [' sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 N* P3 w# ^9 i( b, y7 w9 m% O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # o2 {8 I) {. C, ], j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ^3 ^7 S! t1 H/ u& Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! p6 I$ c" N9 |4 K% s# e) u! A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 p8 b. Y! c/ v. u7 S/ z7 K3 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, @8 ^0 [ {% ?5 c2 ]. _, r: G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' z& w9 v! ?/ \( L9 l1 x1 E p* ?/ c1 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 X# E9 h! B& s) p7 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. D4 c% z5 E H0 P" A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : K) L" ^ c& @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; g5 \5 {9 `: M p$ V
- e+ s$ s% f6 R4 C- ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, O" V7 X) i& R# W: x" {How you suffered for you sanity,
/ L+ d B8 ]6 U5 q7 ?& e8 FHow you tried to set them free, # T- \1 p0 p0 r. J3 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# n: L& A" x6 X& [% l5 K$ F5 Y6 k6 TPerhaps they never will. |
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