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# Q' I N& K- K, q0 ^: GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* H. d) E7 M& K4 a s" {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 R) P" G. d. K; U2 r9 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 _, r' q- d. y7 }/ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( n# o D% a% K! {( [3 @- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {. ~- U; q" ]; u% K: HHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ O8 F0 t' x7 G% ?/ q: x1 sHow you tried to set them free, 8 }, ^4 L# J* R+ a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R$ y6 F& @* ]* w7 F' @$ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s0 e& S7 O) J, O. VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ r( i( D0 R. s: j/ u+ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 X: ~: C/ V( l' O* q4 `
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,
: C+ C+ c/ x9 O5 Y# HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" d3 O: b1 _- P5 U+ K' rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : E4 x7 h7 E% N! K7 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Z. M* z/ U2 C) A$ N/ P/ hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ]( ~! C$ F; C3 E5 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # [( Y* K6 Z- M; B# c7 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 s( b. l' {( T" J, [3 Y- OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 @5 R& H4 Z+ Y6 E7 z) N8 x: hThe 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, . ?0 F- Q' C: x8 F0 ~# J
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ K% H3 u. R: x8 p2 V8 C3 K; ZHow you tried to set them free,
, p+ b4 T6 T, pThey would not listen they're not listening still, % k% f' a) D+ |, s3 L! G4 q: T
Perhaps they never will. |
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