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$ j1 B! B! i3 J' ~9 _9 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 f. E7 P4 k4 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : H J7 j2 j6 d# [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( T8 }+ _% q- `# q7 @! ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 V. I" D; O% W: INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! P0 r* u& ~5 I# b" H6 E zHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 x d' W/ R- ^$ jHow you tried to set them free,
/ @6 U- |9 O% [/ _0 {, TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % t: Y. K8 H; P% s- E! a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]3 P: t8 e% \$ C1 `% q! @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , U* N4 a. F5 ~ X7 B1 D5 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 t( B9 v% K0 }( ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 S" q" M) H4 \4 R1 Z3 T: O7 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 @3 [! ?* p0 h/ Y9 ~* ~1 i$ P2 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 |5 X8 U. J% y% x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! t" Q0 v, i T2 L. P& zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f5 b2 J3 t f' |( X0 ^2 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , q5 |8 r, k" I5 C; B/ g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 h. }5 [; l: F& d% S; r' Q: \1 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! r6 F9 i3 d4 r7 W( m0 l: L# xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 |, z; [7 P: e; ]& Y9 w# q: ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Z0 s9 j9 L9 ]& s- D5 b
7 z6 M* X* X8 l+ U: l. t' [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * w) n& z4 W& m }4 [0 S+ l* b
How you suffered for you sanity,5 g! L- M" R7 G, J4 r# d( _
How you tried to set them free, 9 ?4 N! ^0 K) m+ @ y4 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, - j$ @* j3 m3 d7 c" n
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