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: g J; K* Q) t+ i% i2 C1 @( x |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E7 y$ ^3 f6 k' aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
j9 [. z- a9 E/ P% e3 R* yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 y |# P4 J) u3 K6 W& c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - w7 C4 F5 h9 K! j2 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 j3 g: X* M2 @# j
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ G D3 {& I' Q3 P! i5 sHow you tried to set them free,
+ w K0 r! r& @! {3 e; j2 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 _) ?) c9 f* y+ c4 [8 ^) xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. j2 I% p7 j$ _: \6 a9 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ]; R2 ~8 p. q+ N2 L3 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* V/ f3 X( [ W: f6 ?' k* y* s! LWeathered 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,
& ~/ K L: o1 U7 ?+ Q8 G0 l* s" w% JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 v) U6 X8 z( ` Z: C/ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 u5 u: R6 W) DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ R6 w( @- H/ }# SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / S' J, Y! d" E8 Y& ~" c& g3 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ I1 h; @$ y& y1 O9 e0 I8 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , T% ?2 F- N+ T4 v4 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( I7 k" f' R3 C+ u* ^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, / c* Q5 u8 v7 ~: Z2 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
& C$ R4 s$ e% a' kHow you tried to set them free, ) |: l% w) z( B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- e4 N2 V/ N3 V# f2 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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