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& i5 t, Z X( y9 Z7 A9 `5 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ~" E4 K B5 B8 S. L2 \# Z( gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; a5 j8 I- r6 s6 X( g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ o7 Z% ^" C+ B8 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( s1 ~. G$ w w" `: y! z$ k( Q* S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ^3 u- W% B! ]: }- X/ J) a
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 U! {. X+ H7 I( }4 c5 v
How you tried to set them free,
. P7 K. u8 u5 g9 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, o" _+ ^: D& {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) o6 O5 R& d( X, w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) @ J' X/ x9 }) MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, e5 Q0 n7 n3 V4 b3 C" n" }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 P) T; W* |0 r
/ V4 g. K9 c M; O$ @; O/ R) q# `- dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, e* ?- W5 X7 q/ b' O0 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 M# i6 x- ^. B, q& @4 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + {( H, F' F1 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, * V9 ^9 ]# i I4 o4 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, F" @9 A/ _ h% G& h4 v1 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Q. t7 A( D a+ Q4 l( sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ E; J6 c7 o. X' f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' @9 L% w i9 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( H0 D" |: [* ^/ z* s7 y% } F" E
How you suffered for you sanity,8 B6 K5 F! m/ \. g& I0 N$ H' s3 m
How you tried to set them free,
. \% W, d# `" P& \They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 g# R7 [* K! Q6 g4 M% s
Perhaps they never will. |
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