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# s8 T7 P. X, R+ m3 D7 _8 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 h2 F4 O5 b7 v( CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 z* P9 k- f- b: c4 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" z6 f4 m& {- MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' [5 Q) K) f! t# }2 N& W. GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- h: o; K- S% T7 y& L9 O
How you suffered for you sanity, : T- }: K" G: b
How you tried to set them free,
2 N3 i" K% r: j/ e. X1 I6 F; R9 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + U$ i. ?7 ^( M+ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , _( D; R. ~+ }" n8 @" L+ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Q2 Q8 ?! o, i! O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% H/ N9 K- f( V, j4 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* }' S) X& Y4 \6 P8 z/ YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' h9 o7 R; A' M8 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # v1 ~7 \( k7 A* ]6 i# G1 Y, `2 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( x' p# f8 L, P' q$ W/ l" Q. ~9 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 V! [: p6 M- l- SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - C$ v! F# w/ d: M" Y1 I% S, R& X
8 ?+ `3 K0 ^ R2 T2 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 n5 s0 z/ F* ~! b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 M7 i/ U D' Q2 K: CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) [/ S( O6 ~* p9 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; @" s! A l/ |# t+ CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; x( Q9 `& A* X1 d! w" G
How you suffered for you sanity,
. f6 [. E$ m, S' R/ nHow you tried to set them free, " |; G9 u& G! o; d0 @, i
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) v! E2 M! r) A+ v% U
Perhaps they never will. |
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