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. g8 F7 T Q# s$ Z) RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 f1 d2 h" ?1 g c& A, I* E9 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % y& z1 L- B1 h( ~) Y& C( s9 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ P! h0 n2 d1 z7 p: A: K- C3 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 i& H1 @& _$ P* WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: |1 o: O8 m7 ^0 M3 a6 j: b& x
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ]7 M( }3 A: H+ \, Z9 Z* v. T8 l. _How you tried to set them free,
( `/ E3 B6 n# E( x0 p# v8 E0 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( b4 v% s; t$ @: c, gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 h: Q3 x9 B% v! ?$ t6 F$ Y, R) n! f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 f W% Q o3 w8 d& y: [8 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 s. A8 ~; e% B; B; u2 C4 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : `' L) l1 l/ t9 [* e+ m/ `/ K
' ^9 C4 A$ l! F0 B" k3 [ c1 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ~& G2 J3 A# M+ o: PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 G' l6 x! r. g4 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. n- p% J3 D4 m# YBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Y- _& I" J& O% B2 @6 t0 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& ]! T) k) r3 X6 A8 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 \' K6 h; l& U, ^* x/ ^1 x7 l3 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" h9 I- t7 L, ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ h8 `+ i% J5 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 r" D1 x( ^% l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Y( G {* ^* W7 r5 N
How you suffered for you sanity,/ d5 a4 H8 o9 D) g9 |
How you tried to set them free, 0 \' A& ?! G+ b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 \1 |' A; O* L/ A! u$ ^Perhaps they never will. |
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