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1 D# y% W0 f( c' s: VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 _6 F* c4 R/ Q1 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + f H# C# V7 H Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- U* Y* s- }6 C& Z1 Y: q; W) e8 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 b0 Y7 f9 ~. S( SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 P8 _8 c) j2 l5 L' E8 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 k% K/ r: G' o1 K; b& e( }7 |How you tried to set them free, 9 V* v+ }- M: o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 c: ^ {" i% z4 W0 p3 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . [+ C' K( x& I- k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Z m: |- c; \4 }& ~3 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 m- ^3 O8 @; U7 C+ S7 O3 F/ \, ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * `( G2 I9 E5 W
3 K6 V, N8 t) v1 S1 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 B, g1 r! F3 z7 x6 |9 q0 z- d1 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! E( N; K6 X+ C2 ^! c, L$ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & D B! ~# ^4 B. M5 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ]7 n7 _/ D0 s- r4 R- kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 t3 _" R7 T; [2 f+ BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 H: L+ l) K3 n& C( p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 g: d2 [6 A: c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # x7 |9 o u% t, A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' p3 E" p7 o( ?8 \1 e; m! j7 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& x# v# F$ k- [2 G0 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 N1 V" I4 W, a/ H! @6 PHow you tried to set them free, ; ^ L% c1 P" x4 w! C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: h% M: ~; `- g) c' ~$ XPerhaps they never will. |
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