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) A; D( l/ r: g, \6 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 _9 z. P% a& s1 S3 ?+ x6 Q) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D0 w& u& Q% o; n, B4 I4 I) aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ?7 f, s6 F4 M8 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" r: r) m" T9 J6 |. E% GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; V; a9 m! g% O2 R
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 m2 m1 p6 V/ s8 e5 |. x3 I. G# \
How you tried to set them free, F* U ~! L* c) e; P. P6 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - T% x8 B2 P, n# f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) S7 G' p6 L; n' ?% ^+ ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; e6 p8 S, b' f3 E: E( c. SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( g! a# e6 t" F. N& x% J" r
Weathered 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, 6 z( L. p4 z8 O) V9 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a+ ]3 i _3 k+ \1 E0 A2 I7 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 B4 f( i* b9 r: {( Y7 Z( n n- F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; L/ {; }1 |" ]0 F4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 U5 e. g, H8 K) L, g
1 i% `- g% O3 L7 e# K7 z6 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Y j, A3 g$ M0 k8 s) D) {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) `# c _- m& O" z4 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. e# l/ i( @6 h8 a6 G7 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 S3 e6 z7 ]- D# I/ Y" W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 S( a8 b3 t/ r5 Q2 q9 B; Q
How you suffered for you sanity,+ P0 d! C# r7 p _) c
How you tried to set them free, 4 F+ g' H& D( e8 ], U- I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 |3 i- |4 n& ~2 G* T: YPerhaps they never will. |
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