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2 ]# I- j+ y# ~2 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. X6 D: V* \ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 S9 M. A% r6 G6 x% l3 X7 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' O* y4 E$ `7 d% l. b) _8 g* y% a; bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; J f; C O: B5 | L# gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 U; f6 m- ~* N' k- @. p( h7 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
, n" X' m( `& yHow you tried to set them free,
( L0 X' k7 }! r3 a; BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. v5 Z7 j1 }7 N8 z* DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 o3 I1 ]& P) q* ^. s [* F3 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; u' I) R; b5 V, p6 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 @% ?# b- X- PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 A d3 j% X% ?" |0 ^
2 z! Y8 C) |2 U# m; AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 b2 W* n. ^% \! y' t9 _3 e4 j \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ L: M0 M3 h6 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% [$ r, [ M3 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 D5 k: R9 Y# G) `: t3 X6 C9 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i M+ g: d6 v: r1 h, X# ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& [, h6 \2 m) g q% _2 A8 e, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % \; n( P/ x+ y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 U" W' E* o6 M' E( {
8 G. r% d5 ^! H5 W1 Y' ?/ K8 y) m QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# i8 r7 Y* p" T; u5 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 q" B1 u7 j: I# F2 B' e" l$ a! PHow you tried to set them free,
7 C- S* t; U8 I0 W/ J* V9 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 c' |5 H& T1 ~, K! ?" {Perhaps they never will. |
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