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1 R5 ~" |# K! F! \) y. G( R6 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* a" s3 n6 Y3 R7 z7 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Z. v/ i; p4 f& n. N# s2 F$ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 @6 D# X# p0 k- @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , j( ~6 ]3 N/ _2 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 C9 d9 O$ ^2 `" ]0 e! ^How you suffered for you sanity, % c0 T Z% ]# k( Z( Y- t
How you tried to set them free, 8 H/ ~! C, ?! A# }# x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Y" R0 l2 W; M; w- x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& X- Y! W% ]* g% c4 x' ^7 G& [: _" h: xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 c) _' M# A( X) L) R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- h% s1 w! Q( _; yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. K; _6 T3 k m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 c0 N5 `; M( P! b+ e9 T1 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , \$ ?" Z: J3 {) c6 D/ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 W* }) g% }$ L5 E& V: yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: c* M, { ]! o0 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / v! _1 A/ @+ h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . p* h; F+ Q7 f1 Z, t" A& ?3 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - f+ m3 [. k0 w# d6 N6 b0 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 z, P) F0 V8 c( C N1 i* w8 h4 z
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, . P% C5 n( n" f$ S9 T3 M6 N( s
How you suffered for you sanity,! J4 T! \- q1 Q: u
How you tried to set them free,
5 Y- C, w3 f" S& g$ G$ `0 Z! hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ?& q7 g* b2 y* P& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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