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& U% `" z, F7 P. {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : t, y/ M6 m# l( Y$ Y& [+ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 |. B9 y% V6 J0 \/ G s' x# H) `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 G2 a4 y) I1 `4 S" t# BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) `, j: K& o4 `) ?; j- A( v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 Q& |5 v. C z* L0 a7 a kHow you suffered for you sanity, : `4 n- ?" y8 C
How you tried to set them free,
- M8 ?( O! F B: w! aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
`& z4 H" d6 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% P& G: ~. y3 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P7 C4 D0 M q7 D9 f4 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) w' t. t. r5 I# f4 _1 ^4 R+ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / r, d# ]8 d; b# w6 K; m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + H" c' D/ A4 J, k! c3 b2 L8 y s2 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + p7 i! t; @: G. L/ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 P& |/ Q6 K$ z9 F, @3 g/ F1 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 {; P7 r, ^& e5 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 q6 K5 T2 b7 l+ C! \: f+ M
- E( r: K4 N; n! ^+ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: v; r' R" {! W# i) x* `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 J5 r# l/ H1 l) l; vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 z+ n. W. b" f! R: o. Z. S8 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, {; U) Q0 |# oHow you suffered for you sanity,! S( w0 @) v2 v- D4 }( j F
How you tried to set them free, - {3 C* d0 W- s* ]5 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 n$ C/ O) P# i7 o [ a3 g' wPerhaps they never will. |
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