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! r6 N3 c4 e1 _1 ~. ?# {5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 w: N7 {/ z( TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 K* y. o8 b, i7 T0 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]0 M1 J g8 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 s, b! Z& |# b; |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! _- A6 }' C% v1 q! F
How you suffered for you sanity, ' d. Q8 H4 Z2 P5 [% n
How you tried to set them free,
9 f. ]) M4 U7 @+ |3 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# L2 P4 p0 G& oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% x; T" P F# Y0 E# Z0 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / q9 w9 y- \1 J; Z3 W/ R, a! _- K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, [9 M, {& W5 j7 i, Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ l$ m9 W3 x2 p8 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 y' o% ^9 Z l6 H- L' o, r0 q# {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 g2 l( T4 [2 o0 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " P( U6 Z* b* S, M
But I could have told you, Vincent, : c% p% E! M, _: j) }. F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& h& G, |# W& a( f' V( ]* `. OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 m! n. b7 w5 m7 U9 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 l2 p! m9 R/ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q# N: M+ T( ~9 U8 H; ?9 sThe 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,
) a% c3 b, S& W% T9 N8 Q# jHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z' A, ^9 ^3 o9 G9 q% |9 }+ wHow you tried to set them free,
' b; Y7 G3 ^+ OThey would not listen they're not listening still, . {1 Q# {+ B/ E7 V6 K2 O. J- T+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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