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& ~- V; v" Z& ]/ _3 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& T9 o* l4 P9 V JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, |' y$ D X! s. {3 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _" |" S8 l: K6 }; Z2 E& zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 X* f( {* ]1 G% W6 Y& D/ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! K& ?! A; `! P
How you suffered for you sanity,
* t0 D' H6 g. F+ ^$ c. }: F O( _How you tried to set them free, 7 e! m* G1 H0 }& n: |* U7 J: p, t! ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! a' D" W. \0 h7 l# S: d7 @; fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 A* _$ H9 ]1 d' M$ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ?1 a; [) Y$ I# q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; F, c6 P' Y, {0 R2 \- j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& t' o4 B1 x) wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / j; ]' V" v: |1 T- \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 E7 {4 h2 L. ` m5 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 K& h) F$ [9 F9 O3 e5 q. U, u" ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ @# V# W( {; WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 N* ^, d/ R, i; nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Z3 C# H5 j5 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - r R) r7 p1 G5 D: w: x. w z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 E% S, [1 i" M7 z0 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / p0 u3 r' t$ \$ F- s9 i0 s2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,' i- E4 p- |- {& q! x
How you tried to set them free,
z0 q2 v+ ?, k$ J, QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ` N; [" ^& R$ M
Perhaps they never will. |
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