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( K& L( r: e, L# n- \) NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ]; g+ Q6 X7 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" B2 _" l; s. m: q6 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Z, F3 k! l5 K1 [1 Y0 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 u# e3 t/ _5 ?/ n# z, e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
K, w+ h7 D. i1 B: OHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ {4 k/ s# } @' _/ n4 FHow you tried to set them free,
, A6 u; J2 M& S7 f) o5 O; N z. }2 k7 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) M/ v( c, Z% ?# A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * P& i* {, g; |; i2 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ]- E$ s3 d& z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; q7 p. v+ S+ mWeathered 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, + Z5 Y7 A- t x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' C# K ]" o( l0 D% u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* V3 Y+ @% ~3 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
% G& N* Q7 f) ^6 t) hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & e7 A( ^2 A1 {
8 k3 {/ l. m9 s. E; i( ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ~- m* ]6 G) b2 O* q6 _3 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ w, o; I% A2 S/ _9 R6 H, K: MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ y0 [+ K/ M) v, Q5 w/ R' c* _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' D9 x7 M/ u, |" w- eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! d1 x0 l) |- U4 B# d
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 X% I6 W+ S& B' EHow you tried to set them free, : F5 J$ g+ H8 N$ ?/ l
They would not listen they're not listening still, # J9 K4 `& ]: o- B
Perhaps they never will. |
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