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- c/ c9 f& N+ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % A8 d' I8 }" o0 r- z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ^7 x0 `/ [- n) e( B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& o4 p& R$ o, b3 F! F# b# {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 i) K3 {: e9 u1 _& UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# H4 J" B8 g9 B. U5 D% l( HHow you suffered for you sanity, : a# x" @- @& Z! W( w' ~
How you tried to set them free, 2 _1 t* t9 }5 W7 G$ G" b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 _# y! a0 X3 t, G# j) _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, G2 x) I, J+ E& KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ^" }/ K) Y0 d7 a# W- B7 J( P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, _8 m! g9 y& j: ]% wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 d; P, @) y; D$ OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & m! z3 s \/ K3 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) y# F/ u3 H) S0 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 Q9 r- B- y; ], B) _$ O$ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, . @1 l/ O4 h$ D" A; k9 C/ Q- A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" }% N3 n5 N5 l. p* w, EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 l( G2 J8 E$ f( R4 F8 d ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" D# \& a" |( [; T p5 x. {. t! MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. z! Y" I6 |5 f4 x9 d% hThe 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, & G9 F6 s3 [, R
How you suffered for you sanity,9 o8 S. J$ m# [
How you tried to set them free,
/ w; R( z' |& `, }They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 K) A2 c4 ]" s" ]" X$ APerhaps they never will. |
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