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T/ j/ W# J( |$ aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : L7 g2 Q6 a5 z( }1 u( s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' g. b6 u, @" f0 t6 |, G. }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; l S- S7 q$ I6 _+ t! Y0 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! T. T/ S$ A+ r" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) [1 [$ A9 j/ D! h( }& KHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 Y, G* S/ o; h5 T- `' z+ v
How you tried to set them free, ?4 y& k( R* Y7 D3 e( Q, j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , U# r0 |& K/ K+ B% j# m* J1 I/ m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 h' h- ?3 i: a0 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % T' Q) T& j: A$ ~- t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : m5 C4 M) _* m" E: r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 w" ^" M( B7 Q/ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 ~# f4 z# d2 f1 D" F) CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o9 K1 u1 ~. \. RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & J' _5 M; N/ I& d" j/ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 S& B# e6 Q b+ [( p: n2 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: ~2 F# O* Q5 J+ c4 W" oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * w3 D& z* s% ]6 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ]+ d9 r" i( G2 c+ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _* i# z5 G/ W) Q% \3 M( DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# E6 g/ S. r7 H7 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; | {% k% K- S' a( U' D
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 B# [7 [& H; Z+ h8 jHow you tried to set them free, 8 d+ d3 t2 @6 J. ^* \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 p |# x' o; l w! q
Perhaps they never will. |
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