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( \- o! D/ O K, q* iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . L8 L9 B% W4 M# I+ F1 ]1 Y" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ O6 \* j8 D2 \. T6 C/ KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 k7 {% e3 N! P) l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 k0 z/ C) V. f8 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 g/ U" u) |- j! j' n8 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( w5 X. P7 f, C$ s6 t7 aHow you tried to set them free, $ C4 y/ E {- W& f% Y6 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 m2 H2 ?4 d4 T0 ] H$ vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
r% \" o1 X5 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 F# E2 K6 ?, `3 X$ O; GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- [5 N" Y5 B' R O5 l6 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 v) E! Q# e5 I6 t# D5 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ~# \2 V* I8 k. E, k* K* M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + {: W/ x; o% G" n& F/ d8 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 T# x9 D" |2 p% f8 u$ O0 f: g: lBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Q V5 G$ C5 e9 d$ r) Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r8 A+ ] t8 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) d2 k. ?$ N q8 M# D2 ^8 y6 h: m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 M9 y7 I5 L6 m6 M! N. S4 [0 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k. @' z+ @. F5 [/ v3 @( j- E4 M. C* s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 r" D4 G& z- \5 l* W+ L c
4 c2 v) q3 a) F- MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, n# j8 f8 ]; h' DHow you suffered for you sanity,
: u6 f( A7 m2 ^, |# L( ~! `How you tried to set them free, 5 j& ^4 |5 F6 c8 |; U3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ B, Z0 A) e1 @$ ]( T& S* l' ]/ @Perhaps they never will. |
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