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9 H6 |! f# R% M9 q6 Q: oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% @1 s' l" w$ [1 u) D' FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 G: g# m8 a: K* g9 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# m3 B3 x: G7 s( A% TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X8 M. k! o1 s) P/ Q& VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ C. M" H9 x! A2 g6 m, EHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Y5 O# O" C" q* WHow you tried to set them free,
: V. B1 E8 O1 R; IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 t, [ l& B! _: }+ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % U" i6 Q# B2 B7 ~6 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 L% H. d6 B) L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / ^6 I6 Z6 s5 N/ a4 Z
Weathered 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, . U! E/ y1 u1 p" ?4 s* f3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 z' D( D6 s3 B& ^" T0 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% \ {1 f0 K- D; g- iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% a# d$ W& I4 n ?3 x% k7 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( r4 I8 {: H- O, w$ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % C. [0 Y+ k4 T# h5 W3 J. C$ \2 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) E- I- x+ P, R0 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 y/ L" ~+ ]1 J! f. _
. |. \+ S9 B+ ]; y: K" S# g( ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % y7 X0 w/ H0 M1 {
How you suffered for you sanity,6 c0 j+ f/ r- n- I3 s+ }
How you tried to set them free,
' ?. v3 X! x" S; T8 A) ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
* `+ R+ `- {( rPerhaps they never will. |
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