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( B0 D4 s. w5 w6 [2 @/ R6 H* q( rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 C2 |0 y& M- K2 V: j# b2 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 [; E+ _, a# \1 I/ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 T# V8 ~" Y# c) S% h7 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 a) `( W* {* P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' N7 [ s! d, q; R3 `* P6 m. E% F
How you suffered for you sanity,
( J/ k5 L8 k+ I( \6 X; h! M& PHow you tried to set them free, 1 c! o( W7 Z9 m- g1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 W# j$ b4 p: u bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& r! T/ q# y8 t- \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ J# T: P7 b/ f; L! ~: v: J; _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) |) L6 Q1 f9 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 Y6 U6 q* j2 g. F: U- A* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) g2 L6 G( G$ n# y, w" G; Z8 l: I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `- O1 R3 t+ |# Z+ o' ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 F" ?! ~- v' d' |/ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& [; {% \3 }9 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # N! t' A) f' C4 P z w/ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
B. x7 Z2 c5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / t1 ]; O7 Q+ V" R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 z/ k% @- t; U- V, u- h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ p. z9 B9 }& U3 @2 R
How you suffered for you sanity,9 J, P7 B, h0 B$ U- H3 g
How you tried to set them free,
' p2 A5 _' g+ A" s0 D1 q5 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 i/ v$ T0 B/ g% `+ @. z2 X1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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