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) a c. Y- c; G0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ^8 }6 \$ \( ?) u! E3 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; \; g7 M, r. e# D! J# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ E7 ]+ |* t8 A) p4 w' F1 u) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* ]# K0 x6 L# p& U9 t' GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 o9 d9 ~ Z8 r9 J4 J4 l X
How you suffered for you sanity,
! v# E# H8 x; \. J" A, V, p* bHow you tried to set them free,
/ {) d. N7 [) V: f5 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 d1 t9 m8 Y8 _3 K- vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % @6 O3 ^! h1 k @3 O1 x% B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 J' m* _4 m, J+ g( _, q: q- u# B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + G) Z5 e" \) P' P+ T/ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # o- `3 x( l, G6 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Q2 ^3 X1 n# ^/ o) p$ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' W* K( V# V) N5 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 P$ w# g/ e- \2 ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
' `2 d( U1 C, K# S gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' |/ w; {3 x- P! n5 s: ?+ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . t4 G$ F; r- k: l+ L8 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # v: u. @3 p1 t6 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 {) Z( y2 W8 b( U% C" j5 m% P0 e) v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. R* o5 d& u4 e4 a) LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, H( ~5 @) G! L; Q) I2 P# s
How you suffered for you sanity,
- f% i ?+ G1 A8 t9 JHow you tried to set them free, 5 A! C8 s. m! X7 r" N7 n w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( B& h; s2 J' k2 e7 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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