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) U* Y/ L. M6 j( M( n$ W8 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 G! S* t S; g5 t! z4 H: ?9 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 b7 P8 _, G# O) r; AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 x1 `# u% A& h5 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Z/ V7 ?) C8 v6 P- j+ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 M- |+ C2 t' |; b9 L8 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
' _+ l/ z8 n& DHow you tried to set them free,
; |* A& R2 e m$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ]( X" R0 X- T* A" x2 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 E: Q* a2 A. Q. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / J/ A1 ?& p: j7 K( T2 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ a: i& O8 U) pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
b8 z$ {+ l9 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ^6 O8 K3 b3 v9 X4 n- ?0 n' EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 y: W! i4 d+ L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 R& f2 X4 F( D% N& WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* p. _3 F: t6 n6 j- a2 a5 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 C( D+ M+ A3 z+ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" f+ k" m+ y0 G* U( X* L0 L$ j& K4 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : m1 r+ p: s1 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) J! L9 T# F. N! P. C. RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 w7 J0 O5 h# \/ CHow you suffered for you sanity,, d8 c; J' w2 ~, g+ _
How you tried to set them free, , j! c' n9 A- D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 g- j- _5 F+ WPerhaps they never will. |
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