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, \. v P4 P% l4 W4 T. T. LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 d7 q* c# x2 e/ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 q9 x. v" _4 Q6 P+ A7 s# M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- [* _. T! S& W% g9 R o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ~2 m. a! {' |7 h1 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Y9 ?, g! e4 S, w6 F4 kHow you suffered for you sanity, % a) b7 n; w8 g' V( N* `
How you tried to set them free,
6 G5 n! |" ]- F# n" O* B: oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 O. }/ j* P3 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) S1 f, }: ^% W: O: [ q4 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # L8 v7 ~6 Y7 w3 _9 \+ V: r+ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! V9 d# ]5 E( `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 U' N6 V# D: U. J# ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H6 U/ M0 s f9 u2 A$ \9 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 p2 e7 Q8 }6 @( b6 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - \' J, j4 g* l2 p' ]$ n
But I could have told you, Vincent, # @, j+ s& }1 M) [* i, i9 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 x# M# |" q" m, _, a2 q$ Y- N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ U# m3 Y L" MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ?) }- S) O8 w3 k8 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& d; w3 z8 I2 j$ X/ N4 R1 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s7 r2 B+ C9 i H4 d& E" B% i
8 m+ H. [; D7 ~- C* p0 }, nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 `' K! N0 X3 @4 p$ THow you suffered for you sanity,
/ t1 M' m- }- j1 THow you tried to set them free, & a# _9 T, e2 r: L6 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* S5 r7 I5 H6 x5 e' u# C( pPerhaps they never will. |
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