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8 x# A( E& w) I- j1 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 @, d- m0 x0 B/ S1 d, M6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t5 p* N: w4 Y$ q2 k: n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 c& f+ _1 _0 W5 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ]/ ~/ i6 l9 y8 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. a& W/ m& y e( @+ p9 }
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 {! a; |+ j. R3 P W
How you tried to set them free, ( ^/ N( h* {9 q- c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Q1 r, L! g3 o5 c) d( {: X+ mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % ?9 z% F9 z& X a1 L* e u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % s2 F# d; _% }% M8 {) ~8 t( l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 q4 R1 U8 e4 Y; Z& |: {8 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. q4 N7 j. m3 \2 J% ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 [. C. R4 X1 k) S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 n7 D, C7 B9 [+ C: S: h* ~6 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . N% E6 n6 [* q' h) H _) S- V7 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 w+ y9 V% N4 j! x7 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" X% W3 u$ t$ X3 ^; e$ J! p5 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) @9 d4 G: w1 L5 ]! k* R6 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . Y6 B. J2 j7 m5 O( |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : [$ R ~1 l+ _8 `/ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) C5 V& J6 R: E" nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 A, K. R! T; _How you suffered for you sanity,
' C$ V0 ?+ g3 }. ? y6 D% k% iHow you tried to set them free,
4 M9 U! b2 {% {0 Y+ l l HThey would not listen they're not listening still, - g% W0 k. Q. d& [$ E
Perhaps they never will. |
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