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6 \! g7 a( f& R; W! IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! X( n7 U5 h+ l+ ?% a0 j; B6 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. j, t# Z" q G& `* vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% D! c- k' k. U5 m+ l+ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- M; x% q2 ~/ j) ~5 O; a. W$ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 X S4 {9 m: F, O! ?1 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 T, a4 n2 I+ ?3 W* D
How you tried to set them free, ! X# m# c7 a3 u: ]" \; G1 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 e' @" V% |/ L }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 x0 \0 M" l, y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 N7 I0 \# q& O9 r, rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * f! P) [8 C4 M& N, g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 b V% u! M" S6 t0 ~3 T) i3 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ]& p t, R4 y4 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l# [4 ^+ j7 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. @' D0 O1 t/ P, P+ }6 A" M" FBut I could have told you, Vincent, # P6 R* q7 ]6 P# M0 p. \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : B: g& Z Q: Q
+ o: t# j# W& ^7 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ?7 K/ P* p7 a$ U1 K7 z1 t. q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( q, Z3 S2 i$ K& m) d/ Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % e* A' H0 T7 Z- V: d. l" G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 C+ M* E% t% J0 R$ @" ~& { B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, G7 P- @% ]+ PHow you suffered for you sanity,0 v9 I/ U( a- @( `
How you tried to set them free, + P' h1 C) |0 Q# V6 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) _* U9 k C$ g* y; \1 a$ B* R8 C* tPerhaps they never will. |
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