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y3 s1 Y$ j$ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) i6 s: }; `8 |* s9 f; l0 k5 Z0 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . A3 M! m# D% S3 r# `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( L9 E& @7 L9 B8 O6 G LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ~' X( z9 Y+ O# E# j/ Y2 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) J) O) d5 s5 O$ S0 I
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 l% ] S- y8 R* ]& r4 {4 w& ^' u
How you tried to set them free,
; l+ v c# k4 u5 Q. T+ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Y- C0 Y6 {, Y4 e! Q6 q$ ^$ b+ i% P! kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 M7 @- p+ |* _8 J3 q/ v* F$ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Q+ i4 U, A# XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' p" \, L! Z/ Z) `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, M$ D6 G. F8 G1 q2 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 D# i C0 T8 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; E8 F( M/ l* j4 d6 H5 u/ s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 P9 M/ T9 X! S R mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C" U' [; T% ^, Q, t% P: u1 @( w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ^ q) i# F& `/ M- w( P0 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : T2 K/ o2 ^/ |/ @9 W& I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g. b$ Q; t* G" w; b0 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H1 Z+ M9 y9 \/ h3 ^; M
/ G" W. |1 h zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ k& i) `- m# E- S+ | OHow you suffered for you sanity,
, e6 i0 w$ B1 d4 [How you tried to set them free,
- a: Y3 y: ]2 r. [/ [2 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
N% Z$ o3 o1 C4 Q& W1 {Perhaps they never will. |
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