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; ~: @( u$ H1 n( u4 ?9 Y3 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ^: H6 U1 @, ]( s- L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' A7 C+ I6 E' @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 _5 @( p. J: N% ~; j& _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 g8 ?# U" {2 R% a1 x9 H3 Q. G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 j+ R, C1 W% q
How you suffered for you sanity, ; |4 |4 W: ^, \+ B
How you tried to set them free,
* k& G- |1 Z& _, v# C2 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. O' g1 x/ X s) `6 L! _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' @ r) A- \9 z2 ?9 v+ o% KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t- Z' l5 j2 m, C6 `$ s7 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N+ n. e' p( G7 h- @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 G" b! \$ X) g: K0 J' ^" g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 l4 o! ^3 u; I, [" t# M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. w: b* k' W$ ]# _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 x3 L- I, ~ K P1 `' r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! A% d# H' `) l+ O- ~- o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & |) p/ I3 @! o. F6 B: D
" M) l5 B- p5 V/ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' N! }: a8 y( q/ _& b0 E+ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^: r4 W, m+ g4 k1 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , m" _5 f) B: z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ^% ]! @; F) t' _ k- I
9 B, Z, g! C. {, rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! |& O0 T( \! l" y) D$ pHow you suffered for you sanity,1 m, L/ Y# E$ C$ V, E6 i
How you tried to set them free, & |& E5 h+ w0 {/ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, + b( |6 q" V$ g$ h% h
Perhaps they never will. |
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