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~5 y2 I# A3 o2 R9 {6 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% k b& T+ Y6 `$ X/ p$ t$ O! sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Z1 e! Y" l$ x8 Y: V5 f+ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, u0 ~0 L2 d. U9 I2 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, A* n1 l( R( m% VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( o6 \$ P8 A" g3 J% a
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ]( }/ r, j2 I7 L. I
How you tried to set them free, - {. }9 |7 `3 C$ e! U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ ]/ e8 w0 a1 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 E. j$ W3 w; n3 \! ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, L- k: M0 Z* d0 k: m: U! FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M+ ^) r0 p9 \5 d9 m1 g7 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' f, b& }/ E D0 x3 k H6 J1 q1 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, i9 I3 B9 Y3 Q3 c3 C6 J2 j- \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & A7 {7 ^' M. l; z2 n. `( C) l# o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 H9 l2 p/ r4 n+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, . `* ~8 g0 W* S$ k& _3 v/ j3 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 s( n+ @5 G/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 A& j2 v% o: J5 a0 q0 e; ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; B! F5 i$ H4 }- I2 ^1 [5 _) OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) X- ]% t- ~# O/ g: z' ^" M3 c; jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 N7 \! T9 B3 l( _) I- N, Y# J5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Q8 f7 P/ X( `: q: IHow you tried to set them free, 5 D2 Q" z) n" T4 j( Q4 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 l# @/ h O/ j D/ |: r& vPerhaps they never will. |
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