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% f2 K$ `& A. B5 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 A7 p7 m9 u# F8 I7 c/ [+ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ R4 P- [. G! s% u3 k/ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# T' M M) T2 H5 a% ?6 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
d2 s$ ^# i9 W' E/ A0 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 r! m! P3 Y8 h/ Z/ ~* ~3 bHow you suffered for you sanity, $ J/ d! s* U# h7 [' |: _
How you tried to set them free, 3 ]/ K4 ^/ @6 h- a, J2 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% R# I) D0 c* w$ D5 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. w: r1 v7 k2 G7 l4 T0 w4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- H& [/ D' h p R" x( D: `* _; j% CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ~- V: p, T* a! mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; W/ _7 h1 y j% \& ^) s3 M! a
g& R! p. {! q- K' [& }5 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % S/ A$ ]' P0 ]4 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 O- ^, J4 W8 Y/ m% l$ j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - g' K- |& L' v/ w- v+ m1 T+ X3 s% ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) z% i+ p. D5 g" d1 N7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 u( p2 a Q4 N# \) Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; T) Z7 Z c' X6 n1 P, t4 [! V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Y% d2 s* B* A# q I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 l8 w- l+ X( k# @( h( g' v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Z' V$ |! B( v6 P: a
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 E/ C( w$ q- H' V: r. nHow you tried to set them free,
% b4 b( K! I2 b1 W, }6 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. I9 y3 \$ N1 W+ FPerhaps they never will. |
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