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6 s# G5 Y& }7 t9 d& Y# MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ \6 ~' Q, S/ [$ Q6 q: _# [9 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 m; O; g" k2 h# r; K' M0 Z5 g% ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Q: D/ _# o8 a6 T6 q x* \% [+ GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; M i, ?5 ?" K* _6 v( C! a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 w: P8 M% F4 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 y' N4 F3 n/ z% v# b' @How you tried to set them free, ! { X* l9 Q3 Y- o$ M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Y; v8 f w# [/ w7 l( A* K4 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / M: s, Q w' r/ ^8 r: ?8 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # b7 E4 m, N' Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # H9 P$ n8 D8 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - c3 Q. Z8 m, m
. M) ]$ q9 n* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 E; J: m8 ^3 [% }8 j; {' Y6 y/ wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 J, G' h0 A) zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 M9 p" \ ]) ]& {, i4 Z9 A% t7 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, . I9 t- u, _, a& ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # _' w4 I+ A. a' W9 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ Q" H% X y' S9 n* |# DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f) M+ j. B& l5 R$ |0 @' Q6 X$ I
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, 6 B5 ^) d. p5 s: T# V4 L; B, G V% W
How you suffered for you sanity,' \- c1 ]. v7 l/ ]9 y( U
How you tried to set them free, ; Z$ O" d2 _# A8 m% ^, @2 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# n( U2 J2 X+ n. a* [( o4 TPerhaps they never will. |
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