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+ r% B9 X, |/ {8 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( N+ q( M" C& _# w: |. b* BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( [( _+ h* U; D" }6 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: N$ A0 J7 u' o: tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( }+ u4 J( U9 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P" |* w1 @8 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?" V1 z1 n$ G- CHow you tried to set them free,
5 A+ _3 N% p# I5 Z" o! `! cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 d$ P. h" J5 e4 z) E1 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 c- E+ Z* D! u" X7 R8 `* T( t1 J; NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 H, w& s* {8 l$ e/ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & H& M1 L& n- B4 {& A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 q3 s8 Y! O1 I* D% h, v* |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + |* V; p% |) H! y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ z9 B Q6 p: H3 Y m6 d) N5 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, u& g1 @ O" q9 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ]) z: H1 S9 j3 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q3 J+ `, _& n) g: \
" e! Z1 L! b1 R9 O5 P5 \% UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ^3 A! ]$ S* x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 F/ p6 d' @$ L. U' A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 s8 Y$ _# P, C/ Y7 E
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,
# \9 b/ W3 U. Y2 M/ M' fHow you suffered for you sanity,. e% J% x& p% P" c7 p
How you tried to set them free,
- |# i( R& B, \+ I1 h' @They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 v0 J3 i! [ `7 D2 iPerhaps they never will. |
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