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- O9 a6 K$ P5 B# xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 k! r( k' Q0 ~( B6 l" |. p# h1 ` ]! Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 M; D/ ^* k _( a8 F, l9 r. m ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ c+ q5 X1 r1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% B5 i3 o- d5 I, A2 Z/ `: QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Q( I: {' M( e, h0 W J b/ XHow you suffered for you sanity, - [5 r: Y0 m1 I8 P# e
How you tried to set them free,
, A7 W y8 B; e. f6 b4 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 a& R$ m' ^* Z1 G" J5 u2 W$ o9 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h4 t/ A0 I% ?+ K: J* o* u! `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 [& x2 h' a+ w+ m) l6 h q5 @4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 h& T7 X( t1 Y- C7 \# D) w9 y: cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 w, }3 O G+ Y9 A3 g
; S7 M/ g- w- Z) L" j6 p& @' hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 h; d9 } O% Z# a, {- ^1 G6 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 i% [7 I4 T# f# wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ {) a; F' u+ n! kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' K, M' z) E$ d: K. U% \5 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - V5 \) Y2 C8 U
# m( J! ^+ h, Y0 L; e* a* lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* C( B1 N+ X1 T- A( ~& mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Y1 n% f, E- M% z t8 A- iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 f; t5 r7 c5 w- A: u
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,
: Z# B; z& z$ H( X) f5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W. z& R$ g) Y+ aHow you tried to set them free,
! j2 y% `& e; P1 ?4 t2 Y( {' jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 \" U+ S4 O) @" Q1 _; M
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