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/ j9 `1 b! R- X) d K8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 t/ J7 P% ]; I- a; [6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % U& s) B. d5 I& |3 Y% |' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 M. o5 H$ f, V( J& R6 {0 P9 y) OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ S$ `6 U/ o! A" o- P- BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& S% X3 m+ m1 x% l% X& aHow you suffered for you sanity,
" c( j3 O" g7 \How you tried to set them free,
1 [0 A+ n& M/ U! j) f" aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ^ }* \% B0 x' a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 _) y, O+ K0 o# ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ~$ m% o/ P1 v! K- xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ T. Z$ R/ ^1 B6 [; }- O
Weathered 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,
% Z. l- G7 F9 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 }. x9 t5 O0 M0 H2 e9 N7 Q' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* m- j, W, ^$ J; m: {# jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& y) {+ ?$ p$ y6 `: ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 [0 A7 [2 \) @2 j0 l# N
# W, Q \" \6 c/ F" Q& s# IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ^# F! ^2 ?: E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 G' p4 y$ H, R$ n( K( tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ \, p9 |6 G# v# ^% F0 y( Q. w! @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 S- J. \9 f1 S7 m) f, S8 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - t8 C: I9 m% J" h7 e& G5 u
How you suffered for you sanity,/ U4 s7 W9 H* N1 j! p2 Q, `# l
How you tried to set them free,
& o# U: s j$ m% y, N/ I1 _, y1 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 l* p8 \- u1 B$ q6 u0 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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