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( E% g# N1 n; yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- {4 D0 S, C; G' ]! j; O3 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 [0 t2 h: f7 G+ d4 B. cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) B+ U) e6 A! c( gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 v2 C- J/ J5 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ I, _8 U8 U' |; S8 G7 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
( T9 r- y' S V" z6 t6 ]% t& {$ F p( }How you tried to set them free,
3 Q, {. U. Q8 w3 z* r% LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * M: L; l1 |- X+ t: w+ b- F, x) L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 z8 f4 ^ t- q5 j6 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a1 M2 g& s2 a# j A7 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 e$ z5 z j( yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 G5 A6 w6 {4 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) y( ^8 Z: b+ L6 I5 \) ]+ pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: s* V3 ]+ v( d* s' Z. g2 o! uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! n( h. A8 ?. N, xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 \( c0 Q0 T6 r$ x" k2 R! `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Z( X; I1 T- P: }
( ^6 f! d, a" t% E* YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 q' `" F" i/ f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( S. R9 h- @# t$ ? {& r: s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # R4 l7 T1 p' F) k' P; n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C1 v9 E0 x& K2 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " Z& F0 O k1 M5 N9 o7 z, i5 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
% U6 f/ T2 V* b2 t& w6 xHow you tried to set them free,
, }5 N& M5 q8 w4 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
' ^5 Q( _: {0 Q7 KPerhaps they never will. |
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