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W- j4 E& j7 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& y# w2 y, U) K: K0 @- f9 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: b1 J6 ?! S0 ~9 \& q0 b" U# FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( B, G" O% l( p$ R, TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 e! g5 u2 X- C& _2 A5 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( u1 `9 [+ } HHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 Y z/ G! T6 h( |' K, \How you tried to set them free, 7 x+ a( y3 \1 {" ]: @+ i ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ^. B H/ V- J7 O% y9 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - D3 G0 ]+ S( a8 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ s7 c* {6 m b MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & x1 d, D4 F" A, p5 C* m" _% L: r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, ]1 p# P7 M1 d, ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 s; `# w8 A: w2 z3 D) UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 w5 O8 B1 M2 C$ f0 \5 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" d( h# `" [! q- I# u2 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 I* F( B) V3 H4 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ]! F8 p( M( S) q/ c4 W' K
7 \6 H( k7 M; p& _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' d# I6 x5 h4 b$ B$ ^/ s: aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' z, `. b1 ^$ m( C( d7 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 p$ h5 O7 t; s3 U, c. T w, YThe 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, & B7 L1 c! [1 U0 m3 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
) a( d" H0 g' B% l( {4 uHow you tried to set them free, . z# p0 L* N9 t0 S3 J j3 k$ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 J6 [2 U+ t: fPerhaps they never will. |
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