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w" ~4 N7 I1 J1 o3 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 m: _7 p0 [8 c- {5 l2 A. A$ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 D/ J S) I) \( r5 e" |# n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ~8 \5 b$ h: w; C E1 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ h) X8 x& U6 [! y& ]0 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 O; o( x$ F: z& f. x* tHow you suffered for you sanity,
% R5 Y& {! n, o/ U! `9 MHow you tried to set them free, % G, H6 J! R9 ?8 |! b( q. Z6 X7 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 L$ u9 X8 T$ \; t+ ]* FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ Q+ V% k% J* p \) e% o: OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 a% {* T2 C6 c$ \0 S% s' DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ t* S. N' {4 b- ^6 U/ d# SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 c3 I0 e* \9 o4 v8 l; M7 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ?" i6 H1 `, E! `& O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! l0 |" E8 a' M# h6 V* g j9 S( T% ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 W+ k s+ U( } O$ i S* c* T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 A8 ~2 ?* h; P9 o/ P! f; jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ^& V, ?# ?" CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- n/ A3 v2 y& P4 [3 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( z( N4 }3 j5 {9 f% Y3 L
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,
" n, Z% a- P& q8 U6 h$ q5 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
' `$ ]6 I8 m+ [5 d+ YHow you tried to set them free, 3 } R( c% d7 H# s7 M6 M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 W; K" [7 |0 }1 n. y; S( iPerhaps they never will. |
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