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# i: {' |9 G+ D# O9 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 R5 s1 b2 M- }0 F# g, f6 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 T" S) D j# \ {% A G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 W- }$ [/ B! {1 @" L9 m9 R7 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& C% T. `! S K5 Q% pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 e" {8 w0 E8 \9 }$ U% tHow you suffered for you sanity, ( e8 v2 `0 p- b% {, F
How you tried to set them free,
! H& x4 K/ Z$ N& m2 |: U/ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 M% {; B* d3 F$ U7 c$ c* X. k) c0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % H& L5 Q& {8 n/ C$ ]7 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* M" K: p7 J3 M6 e" Y cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % q u& d s/ x; t0 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; P+ A( X3 u1 P, `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- z0 R' I* m1 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 F1 ]" }1 x( ?4 k% k$ N1 X- C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 a' G; F3 F* H' l! A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ @, j! y/ d7 w3 B2 f$ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : N/ j1 \( Z. F0 ~: W$ U
6 [$ V. q& g2 `8 D; p. qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 _( L' Z6 t; H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. [: L u7 l N- ?! K8 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Y8 C# p5 A6 L/ O( ?0 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ G& \/ t5 o6 ~2 f! |. @& P/ l! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / N1 N3 T' K ~' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
% p# r) ~( @3 v- B) L+ B6 R) g! ^How you tried to set them free,
6 {) g: e+ E' U; RThey would not listen they're not listening still, # V6 j6 F+ V9 w' _3 j3 X D9 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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