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9 {7 w5 ?, w kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" h' c7 Y& N# v4 h7 B( H5 s. cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " b0 d7 k% }* m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 q' u; n2 ]- u2 [1 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 j' Q0 O) a7 C# }* A, m( `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 W: O1 x1 p, [9 w; Y( x' g
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 r, i' l! ] \- H! v
How you tried to set them free,
0 n9 J* d! _' MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' B% w. @" j. @; N2 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 B1 ?* S% u3 d' lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . `; a* F% K9 l, M& |7 G6 L: ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 o% g }0 b9 G3 s* `# d+ R4 B' UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 N0 Y% n9 @3 B1 Z$ U3 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 E+ T* G: o) n. k) f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - e# C! _" T3 P- t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
I4 Q" }. l# |But I could have told you, Vincent,
! t1 m) Q1 @( c4 T( `! x: WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) L. `" g" T) g0 q, S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ m5 i0 O r5 Z) LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & P3 W ]" i- T4 O; z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 `: c- G: l! G7 E: ^8 t( G% G
# w7 L' Y; B0 E7 `7 A; ^ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - b7 Q9 u ~; _7 \9 u! G7 I
How you suffered for you sanity,7 D/ I0 n* e, v( Z
How you tried to set them free,
T5 Q9 T" u. ^& L/ G8 f% \They would not listen they're not listening still,
) B" t6 Y# W, bPerhaps they never will. |
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