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# Y) X- C) L$ q/ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 l7 a4 R. u3 [' X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- I3 m+ g" o# ^ U- x7 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- p L9 G3 D/ S ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ L0 e: b1 L/ `, eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 X) b1 X9 s, Y; @+ h& e
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w& v, V. ]% \9 |2 w' wHow you tried to set them free, & \( e; ~# N5 O7 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ h! N/ r& r4 F( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % C) w. {+ C3 }6 S6 A) ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
Z! x ^6 Y: Q. tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ Q5 R0 T. o( ^3 F. }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 `4 y2 \ p8 K( Y) E8 p( W
. q/ m6 F. `7 w& \+ A& k' I- C/ s& ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + y- I0 `8 d) g4 e: U2 ~ _: Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . M! U9 {' q5 L% y: O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * I( D8 R. M6 x3 L/ W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ]! f3 @0 J/ T* v% I1 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 F- Q3 [9 X4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' r% c. q8 q5 a5 E8 A" IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 i3 d: l1 I' Q. a5 k' VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Q6 }" D- h, D/ ^$ E7 Z( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ A0 x# T! N7 p! V0 j
How you suffered for you sanity,' S, M9 Z, U4 } d3 d8 y
How you tried to set them free,
1 S) C; m3 h% JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; p( L9 j; |% x( D' h2 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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