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( Q# p D; J- A7 O# u, KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 z8 _3 Z7 ? _) M2 H1 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* {2 A9 t3 X0 F% E4 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 a7 {. x3 K8 @3 x' c) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ i+ _" c# ]( M- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' ]; v2 u2 H, L, ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ' i/ ~6 G) A# Y; E3 E, C/ f) \
How you tried to set them free, " ?- p; s! g3 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. s7 G5 v2 r% X3 K/ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Q) C+ M! q/ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 {$ N0 X% }: u n0 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 S/ k8 W. W9 _' d eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) a1 a' U" X: k& R! d" y
- o! y1 t1 h3 K! WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 p5 ^0 a; l3 O9 w1 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 q( A# g2 ]9 F7 d9 E3 U* NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( s- }5 t K5 a7 o, U* V0 d) P
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ A, z* s- T) J) `( N3 `4 H. G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ B1 A' n/ u* @( z( _3 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- j8 P) U/ I$ C( B( k1 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 t$ E9 E6 Y/ u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R7 E4 C- k+ `. v* l2 A8 B* s( bThe 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,
. U( B% { S: g |) e, b. y! OHow you suffered for you sanity," g' U. U2 k6 `: G, `7 ]* [1 C- H
How you tried to set them free, 6 A5 d' \( r, W. S4 x; f
They would not listen they're not listening still, L9 V' e* K" t: \" Q4 y. O- s
Perhaps they never will. |
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