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( E6 o# i) E7 }: }) c7 r S; WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , |7 _ y& E0 |7 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ J5 Z5 R5 ` j' h7 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; u; C( U8 n+ K3 _' `; MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& n# K7 u n: `+ q" V; f U uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ~% o# J( H/ O I3 n7 [How you suffered for you sanity, / r! N8 P. d ]) K$ V0 D
How you tried to set them free,
% Z" `) K. p8 j' p: b# pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * f+ h! k2 z% I5 @2 f: G; a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ r0 b8 Y) G3 I( H$ f; iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u+ Q. e+ I3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 P( F( G/ Q, iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) F0 ]1 [ B" QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / R! E6 i- Y0 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 |$ Y l1 Z, ~: g9 M: D4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % n/ z6 U& f; E. z0 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 b' y9 L* F+ r8 B0 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 |. [: Q9 Z4 Z5 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g( ?' l5 e6 f0 i- qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 W7 B7 e$ o1 G' R+ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # n, `, _2 s4 ^8 z% E1 |, t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 W3 }7 r5 c) N* l$ `
: n: p; h9 S8 ?" ]* PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 \5 {5 _. {9 F6 w) t
How you suffered for you sanity,
. o! P% T6 c f% H: L8 ~! YHow you tried to set them free, ; m% A7 ^; U7 P2 k' A0 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" p* J! B2 P% m! f- u. |Perhaps they never will. |
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