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4 e5 x# Z8 Q; E9 i+ jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 M! K2 o- m" T5 L% HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # W+ ^ \3 a% O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 s- C$ k& l- t t( RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Q4 } a$ O" B+ r9 r5 f+ V% N& x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. v9 h1 |; ]* Q/ f" h+ a( ]/ LHow you suffered for you sanity, . g( Z' f+ N: ^: z
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q1 F8 z( q. Y I- J' z( yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 I2 v" S" e8 j9 i. I! \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 G# B) b: |# v* Q; H/ m" g1 Y# c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + h8 ^( ], d4 N7 {% ~- A( P/ p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- C( I$ G9 r5 `* i! EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 z9 O3 H6 Y5 Y& RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 q/ X% A3 t& g2 c" \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . U8 }. C1 f# D( M; ]; T% U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; T7 j4 g1 `8 I% g% zBut I could have told you, Vincent, , K7 }/ p& J( K. k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 ]; M. s k6 Y E! B7 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ f% o& }4 j0 H9 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [ t$ G9 {! ~# }2 b' ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ]! W/ v* C- w3 L9 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& x( N0 o; N( ^- \0 ^8 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 k, L6 e3 G) ^7 H
How you suffered for you sanity,9 D: J0 ]. {- J+ J' {1 a5 z
How you tried to set them free,
. m( J( t) } G# i: f4 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& x$ W4 p) J" j- M! bPerhaps they never will. |
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