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" n3 d2 R- }2 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: c: A- Z- G5 q, D0 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" K/ h% [9 q# b# l8 Q# t6 ]8 t6 E' CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 P: g! ]+ L3 T8 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : w, O ~- o1 u- k% t$ q |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& {$ l7 Z5 g# A0 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 C4 j4 a! s, T4 o: uHow you tried to set them free,
: m; L3 A* A0 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 J0 ~5 l) R# u4 b( x" }2 b+ I9 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 \" s, a- X; b" y% C( N' i" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 g( K: {6 I* |, V: y4 F5 A4 t( g7 a4 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 t4 y3 R( i! N& ]! T0 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \5 V5 K, ~1 y5 O) n$ g9 b6 T* k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* C/ `% X. X& w+ j2 t( OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 H! x; b6 s2 l7 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* J) ^) i* \5 f2 X+ r1 k, LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! f1 i+ u: x% Y% M! k, T9 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& |) T; m2 A& tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 j( A- c, w( i# N, ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m) J& M1 l6 y- u) Z$ i; d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Q/ E( ?* |6 k+ K; a% ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 T2 b% S& U* f g; I/ i8 n! i. P
How you suffered for you sanity,
. P! E5 ^8 S. m: ^5 {4 S$ ^. g( VHow you tried to set them free,
9 H( D* } z7 j9 [9 v7 a: \2 Q1 |! lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ x6 T. A! L a8 aPerhaps they never will. |
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