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7 a' F3 f* |/ L7 h) F2 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + H) O% d9 I$ N( O+ F3 t; p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" L8 ^1 E) r* b' A0 T, a$ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 u- F; C0 t* J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v6 s+ W6 h. C/ m; z d/ n$ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( L$ \' B. Y! P, p! a( Q1 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
- z% v; w- a! `2 T( gHow you tried to set them free, 2 J9 C# k4 M9 {/ S( ?3 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 @: m- ]5 ?4 u9 z1 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : M% S& T: }1 m8 \+ w: j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Y7 p* s2 C' t! K! i0 g" pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R0 a# b- D7 f4 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. @9 r& l' I' h# _& M4 s) OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 U1 E% y/ D8 [! J. n& E- Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 R' |# X4 |/ T C3 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& l. _' M5 U( kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Q2 h% l6 s @2 N% z/ q( Z3 F7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 X) h( ?+ W1 h U c# x2 _# i
! d' z5 V2 r- ]/ i1 N+ Y: nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & t% r8 S I7 w% T8 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ P2 K f: p7 v! i/ K4 e4 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # C( H; U- d2 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 j H3 O' |3 i9 I6 t. ~4 J5 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ x& K6 A; K2 D4 n' \& N2 fHow you suffered for you sanity," E \: a& ]8 m+ ~
How you tried to set them free, 8 c" h0 {9 R& ~: C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% [+ j1 c& A; f2 X. V: n7 EPerhaps they never will. |
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