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) s, E/ k7 e4 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ |! Z! t; b" W4 ]) U) W0 ^) hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ p- l& C+ S L8 |" I1 q& oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% `+ ?" k! J) mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ~' l+ H+ Q7 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
c' v2 O/ c1 E7 r2 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ^- m( ~/ e& v1 u% `How you tried to set them free, 9 K M( ` b5 F" d2 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* u' {- ~$ p. @* Q' VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% K+ d; Y: f0 S" a KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 t- O. Q+ t9 q/ m$ n, m9 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 p3 ?( Z, R. H7 l1 [! V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ E( _0 O4 ]$ w+ T n8 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % w# x: k9 `& c. @3 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% k1 F! }7 k% W! J$ l! ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 h0 Y9 y$ J& `But I could have told you, Vincent, ) L7 b( @4 x6 J' e5 B: o+ y! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 ^7 m) }6 a7 P8 O8 |- ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 C" R0 F) q. f9 l' XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ n& Y# D5 v7 _. S" W4 T2 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Y, i [9 D7 P8 ?. R" UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . q9 T+ t$ j7 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . j2 ]9 o. o- L. y& W: F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. P j: }2 x( {. y" C" yHow you tried to set them free, ) @ Z1 R7 F8 z2 T& d: n' e! g# L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( O% b5 r" c4 ^& _: APerhaps they never will. |
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