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/ R/ s" s" z9 r) `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 f2 L2 \( C. X2 S4 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ s. ?. A6 z0 M) ?2 J RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; a" ?# O+ X' P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- L$ W n% n4 {% k& ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. k4 e4 G% |9 YHow you suffered for you sanity, : }( s* V5 G7 C
How you tried to set them free,
3 z* g# Z9 J; L# F' T& P5 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 B7 [! a# U! r8 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) j7 k* E& f9 }5 t! L3 i9 a0 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) X2 \0 J. V) D4 w! h: D. g: TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ O. N, V6 ` @# QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) k( A- u- q* c+ E9 r
) n( S5 Y r5 g5 ?' x' ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 R1 Z. S9 r! m3 U- s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 s+ v/ @- |6 m. O7 j/ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % {+ H$ X' z0 c8 s& ^( e7 F0 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- m( a/ r/ ^; V; e+ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" U- s( E8 N! j& ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W' ~! |& D' Y/ [ ]" _7 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B, d4 x- c5 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' S) I S. X& L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * _. G7 P* j0 b! l+ C, B4 H/ [$ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. k1 {( x: ~) A4 x. fHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ E( R' T' s, |. YHow you tried to set them free,
' I" r) A( d3 k( ^9 s! CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ w8 z! C s* C" [Perhaps they never will. |
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