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. {) q% [# n6 R7 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( g) q- ]4 h: p3 v0 H1 o" @0 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% q6 K0 g9 D* m# A( D' LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v3 x' O. h0 `# z- uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# K% L4 G7 O2 n2 k+ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 A* y. ^: d+ l9 D& q" B9 r' h. mHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 x! d3 A6 Q x# NHow you tried to set them free, 8 \9 l6 E6 q+ [! y3 {6 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * d B4 W# J6 O0 l! f8 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ]& e D' e- t6 F4 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; U* f/ q& h8 T/ Z; iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % P( n1 B* J! o9 `! L/ i# z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) w$ @ J5 V6 D) y; r" O; T# qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 T$ w" P- _$ g- C$ f- I" `9 |8 o8 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 y& T5 ]+ H3 t+ [4 Z' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , u, {: g8 a* k, s. j+ X! r5 O) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 p7 M3 Q8 {) E, t! o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' H7 b$ i) ^- j4 _0 c0 ?' ^* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 p. x* J* M9 K$ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; A& m/ d0 j" gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* ?, C! s: c* v- y4 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' I: ^* q, d- |' e
& l" U- U- F( Q6 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( l; X4 X% B1 T0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 E0 p& F& g! J2 p$ JHow you tried to set them free, / l, W: R) ]. z5 I! e& `3 N8 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, % W) C H& z, `9 I/ J( I( d1 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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