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7 j( \3 o- Q& t# {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 _: A$ H5 h% Z- I! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 v4 Z( N+ o- I; h+ H& w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ B6 m6 B7 \* n- b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 |4 c0 s) i8 n/ {; Y: s& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- D) N* q0 O1 f7 \5 z* JHow you suffered for you sanity, ( a8 W' c. i/ }* I5 ]
How you tried to set them free, : j& o; I O2 o' v6 ^' j; f+ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 k" w K; |% a& t. Z, K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 N- K6 r6 E8 }2 [- F! l8 [6 a4 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' _: ]. X3 ?" l6 v/ H1 y1 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 z; s0 f7 S. m) \+ |# f9 P2 n
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,
! J* C! i- Z: T/ q# J$ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 c8 n( t! O+ b) S& }- jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; y$ ^+ ^7 v7 N. S) v7 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, # w. o' C# H+ A& E9 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 [: S4 G' f; N1 X' b
3 @: z, a+ t% ?* EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, b, X* L! U2 O( |& w9 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ n V. j4 w5 f) t0 l0 M+ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 J z* @, d% @+ L1 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' X3 K; {- w* ~9 ~" r4 J7 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 A0 R+ V' Q9 [How you suffered for you sanity,
7 f" B3 Y) T' |How you tried to set them free, 1 u- J/ P6 `, ^0 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ B( S- P, A' [7 ^/ C3 b8 nPerhaps they never will. |
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