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9 h% C1 \8 v' [- F% U; CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ~2 f7 c4 N" B0 T7 F- n& XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ I7 v6 O3 Z* z* R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* U) M1 n W2 u; M$ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 d$ V" x% V5 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! G8 I! P: z+ @" }" g& |1 h" ~How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _9 c9 \- a. ?: O8 i$ P4 q3 m
How you tried to set them free,
5 g5 x" s3 S' @' Y( y/ `" SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ]! r4 ~6 Y6 E# d* C8 B+ H4 }7 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # g5 A7 o7 g- G; e$ }, V. R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 f# B5 {! h5 a- u8 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; D9 e: G+ o; `$ Q$ Z1 K `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # M; ]% z& r9 f8 S0 k
8 d% {) G9 Y" u/ ~3 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 ?! d N: ^" J/ i [7 ?# f# m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# v2 v. C/ m ]$ d/ o6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- T- j, s+ E0 x1 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 D* j; s; V/ Y* |. \6 M% RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ g% i& C3 H& W2 v3 p1 @8 N8 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Y% [, b/ q T7 c B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " D, [# g) I' t' x5 \9 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : x: C1 q& a7 F4 n+ M
7 a! R# m4 Z/ @9 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ?: u) J( }% uHow you suffered for you sanity,1 J7 [# v% f+ m+ Q2 u, ]
How you tried to set them free,
' o. y) g" {. D2 M2 q; tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 h( D. |$ t) b' @/ |( I! S# I
Perhaps they never will. |
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