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3 Y% [0 Y ?' _( tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) D) R, h4 ]1 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- M Q9 d9 r: U5 T8 E& fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) y: k! x" p# P1 D; C5 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 h7 m4 ]( N7 ? }9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 o D: ?7 P8 P5 R
How you suffered for you sanity, , N1 @/ k) s) b1 y6 [
How you tried to set them free,
7 U- L& I6 M) J; X) A I8 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; t- {$ K5 p4 \& d3 g( bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 `3 |: k/ o7 x6 L6 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 y. ]8 x7 X0 o- C9 K" D2 G8 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. {3 t: [% L" Q t3 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a/ Q7 D m9 O! f6 E/ f% L) L/ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" i3 T+ a7 X8 t% k5 \7 i4 [5 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 I- I; d" u/ h* c7 S" @# iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ]' B6 p' J! y0 N$ y; B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 |0 w' y! D0 E: g. a9 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ?, @+ `7 }7 o: |6 _, C3 ?5 t6 Z
/ l4 r- P" r- r8 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * c w* B5 G3 R$ ]$ p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
B/ W1 K5 X4 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 g; e3 j4 a3 u S- c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' t6 @7 q4 ^: K# E0 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % s s" D o: I5 u( U8 t
How you suffered for you sanity,& z: D2 V% U# E" p
How you tried to set them free, 0 [; j6 s- O( ?+ A1 i2 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 B* W, p+ r4 [! HPerhaps they never will. |
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