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( j; ]: J( [) s, n: ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 m0 V N6 ~ F+ f" fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 \" Z0 H; Z1 [% {7 H6 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 @7 d' G2 s3 F# [+ \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 |$ s! z; R) Q9 s) b/ F+ j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 C2 |0 I( a3 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ g, e# C! ~3 O& G& KHow you tried to set them free,
% W# _, p. F- a3 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . g* h9 B& q) \4 n2 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
z0 S- s- X+ i% p, ] JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " g( T) L$ c% q- Y1 l* ^) b& l7 P& @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( p6 z: R Z- i; _; v$ b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 I4 t _0 I! Y% {
$ |; l7 t2 G1 T3 r3 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) a: k! D! k4 d/ Z* I3 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V+ d$ o# c# F9 F! e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" u# Q5 d$ m* v+ g3 S& VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) \) |9 U0 @- E/ R/ m* L. E; c7 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 f$ V9 W1 L! Q, V9 p. n8 D3 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
|' x" u! O& } z# w; S& M3 J" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 a6 d, u4 B4 ?, WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g( U, Z' t! z$ u2 e! T: F+ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & C9 ^7 N) T6 J1 w7 W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . X% U! J1 j4 n! f
How you suffered for you sanity," Z6 |6 |/ N9 _ H/ Z: \
How you tried to set them free,
. g: B2 T8 o7 y" MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* j# l/ L( j: v: v1 U+ P/ m9 [Perhaps they never will. |
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