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1 X0 F! f# N" l0 x Z$ I& bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; K% g9 K! n9 U5 D6 E7 e, f, N9 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / d& i2 z* ]* f. n: d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; R1 \# P2 @. r* [! v* p) o! A2 I( C/ Z% N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / [( i! ~5 [2 Y4 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 P' y3 o& |& {How you suffered for you sanity,
( F% u% m$ u0 y3 j# f. P- B3 Q0 jHow you tried to set them free, / [4 ^, O5 A P# I. x5 d% b d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 x5 ~7 P- G2 |. U3 V. [5 _% T& ]! WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: l, s6 H8 a7 b7 G* s. M$ q# f0 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, }7 v' B5 s! ^6 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! a3 b% m; p" 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, ( ?7 E) K' z/ r( J3 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' q. I. n8 h6 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 W; m) l( N5 {. R, D( Z- S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
e4 ^2 ^* h& W$ a, A+ PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ?, I) R0 V3 G* N/ ] n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 k9 @7 U1 H: H& R' N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ K, U# v2 m/ ^' Q5 y# _/ S; DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' G( Y5 {/ }, C; F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( x- F# `& |: Z1 P7 G* r4 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + I, ^1 j0 z: {$ ]0 m/ Z: B1 Y U
How you suffered for you sanity,& x$ J0 N5 W! M8 N
How you tried to set them free,
: O2 v& V) M. r5 L1 b* V0 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: R, m( r. j2 G$ H8 ^: {% m4 WPerhaps they never will. |
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