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$ j1 j9 `- A7 g7 a7 `8 i$ SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% R* }' G, V2 R1 d! r" Y$ I7 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( h: A/ j4 }* u- T$ O& F& J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) X c& u( ]8 U) p! Q8 }9 r; ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 `7 b6 t+ d1 Y1 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a9 k& `9 n1 [7 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
" e. U: Z; W, A+ r( ZHow you tried to set them free, x7 ^3 B9 r. L; p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( g7 v4 k E, A" j* ~, E! [+ U7 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) H! `! J+ s) Y: F1 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) u& f+ d7 f) ~2 d" `. C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 k; v0 r6 h7 J* u
Weathered 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, 4 J; _, f% }1 f# z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ]+ P* S4 o2 y5 L2 q( i! RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & q# c. o* C1 z# ?# Q! y
But I could have told you, Vincent, + d4 e6 }; L+ z$ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " T5 G! ]8 `- L4 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: J1 Z- I8 W+ N; K2 C/ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ H5 \5 a( W8 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; x, `. E9 Q1 T/ y) ~+ ?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,
7 m) G$ O- c! O; O* p8 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
. p( }. F* |' g! l: u3 fHow you tried to set them free, " h/ \5 O g; f) z% j+ f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
[8 U8 C5 T$ ^$ o2 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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