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c* f3 ~+ l, @4 _6 V( D/ P' l F8 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% h1 \6 B2 u6 A) r( d6 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ y N& X1 T5 |% b5 `; N h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* i. A: F; Z9 j nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( {3 c: I9 Z" O2 Z q+ a; j# D" I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 D3 f4 J3 p' r4 Q6 R. W& m: |How you suffered for you sanity, ) e/ a: w* F: R, ]! a/ q& Y7 D
How you tried to set them free,
* D$ \7 \4 ^0 |! B" GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! l% x7 @$ |, w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : y) O5 S) `8 W2 y2 ^; r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! d' l0 }$ Z9 U f; z2 w3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 {+ v) ?7 `' y2 W. ]" g+ a
Weathered 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, " _- k! }; U3 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ~/ @0 u0 _8 K3 q; t; I( n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( L$ u( D5 w0 R8 _+ p3 v/ QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 k2 [* G9 ?4 L G: EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 D# i' }" Q" x2 j* G, _2 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- o- E M8 i5 D2 k* x/ v' b7 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! i8 ]8 d+ g/ S5 f7 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! n7 h9 b8 E6 _& p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 e, w# L) u' N7 y5 j7 c
* N# S* G8 d* J9 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . V- f6 E- t4 _ z1 N& ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
F: p* y O% W9 rHow you tried to set them free, & m3 h& N9 i5 [6 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, I: A; _ A* @; h: pPerhaps they never will. |
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