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. X6 f5 N( o2 k9 T y5 O. g0 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ~; G: z/ k9 Q/ R; ], o' p2 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q. |- R: U1 H3 [0 X3 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ C' ]# O9 [4 p! U, K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 G7 C! i6 [4 ^' t, |9 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* t7 ~# X2 s( B8 ^* X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) b7 x5 p; W; S3 W) S( kHow you tried to set them free, + P# h# k3 H3 ]5 \8 _) s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ^4 W, l8 ]1 Q# q* {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % L$ h/ M }( T# O! _; H9 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Y/ S# s( |, K" pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 {8 ?) {7 i, d# a( r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - b8 ^9 c' I7 Q
2 d# N. l' P; j! r5 y2 Z! kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / {8 {) Q, V- Y2 h1 b* A) J/ {, h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + S' \* ]* I/ F6 ^" A5 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- L* x, r- i3 S) o& sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
A' f7 R& D2 ~$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 F/ |3 |. _, j0 A u8 `5 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . M2 X! J. Z/ ^9 G+ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 [9 b) M y: G7 P, f( k; V* Q& q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* l4 H7 E- ^( D% C$ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M3 o* C9 o ]' k- [How you suffered for you sanity,
6 |! ]( A( t- G6 \+ IHow you tried to set them free,
" u3 g" |; l7 P1 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; I; Q5 k: q. a( H7 `+ ~! ~* i
Perhaps they never will. |
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