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3 i/ E+ Q' ]: b2 g% B$ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 h& B2 ]6 l- ] t* K: R" D% j0 M& P. QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / B- f& A; i6 M1 I8 Q& v9 p- H. D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 C1 [% z& b# L$ I; o, t& X xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ `' Z/ d6 e' D iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 K5 Z# I7 ]7 E5 [/ bHow you suffered for you sanity, ' @: ~4 x4 }4 j; g7 ^; C7 ?
How you tried to set them free, , {8 T; M9 G3 O! k1 s$ s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' d* L) A8 p- I/ c# rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 S& }. D( U" ^ G3 @7 W+ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. D2 Q( n9 o# e& g$ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ]) R% x% s! i6 y! J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 p- I& K% p3 Q. z/ g/ g/ o. H( Y' O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + L+ Z# d7 W3 c, c5 l$ R3 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- p2 g1 F7 v* p& F: E: H& kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* u5 `' E3 K1 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, . C' \1 h# v+ W# L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% F( ^# N0 D0 v! @1 N( jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: |0 p) u) X. b( d% c: ?* SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 t; I1 S0 L. s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z( M8 A; k9 n3 n* }' ]; NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & j9 r2 q7 n! ~9 @9 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: v+ @2 b. y9 f1 |: OHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 k. m7 }% l# g7 z/ r2 g5 b, x& DHow you tried to set them free,
- e t/ R0 D1 q I; sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- z5 L8 o3 T, _2 @7 }+ R- BPerhaps they never will. |
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