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9 p; k* c( d; I, d6 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 B+ c% a5 j. }5 r, ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 C+ `3 ^' @, v) C+ e( w/ g0 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Q6 q& x/ R4 i# n0 {8 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 R8 T$ n/ J9 S2 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ~' t1 M1 J& z P2 d; p4 oHow you suffered for you sanity, , s! h9 f/ u4 }( y& F. @, ]
How you tried to set them free, 7 R8 z- F8 t' v; y# E( [6 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 d" b x# ]* d1 H. J% KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) D/ A0 D3 @ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 B; O- x' d) }, B! p E5 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( m# x+ Z; @0 w! X8 f( s7 M7 H" UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ `- v! C( V5 V, I0 S9 g% [3 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, @2 e& @# G8 w( K) W$ C( o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' }& f) T! N4 T v% P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 f% L- ]9 s$ u/ m4 u( M) }4 x- JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 v) t, G1 T2 v. K/ h8 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 P1 \2 f$ ?" f8 @' lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 z3 a' h$ ?/ Z( V' ^: vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z) y5 m7 I7 V; y- b6 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 W" W& O/ t* p) |# w
! y2 |! n# Q7 o* o/ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ m1 K$ j: _3 U$ o, b5 h5 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
: `# r s$ B f" B% z- r& AHow you tried to set them free,
G. z8 u6 i* s! fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 o d) V- m( `/ W5 sPerhaps they never will. |
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