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F# i+ y, \; OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " e$ y/ e' d7 Y. x8 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % w3 ^" Z; j- u8 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 l( h0 ^4 Y: O, [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~3 L2 |. o* _' s* n f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ w3 I" U+ X) e! b2 x, J
How you suffered for you sanity,
' y! u8 N' N- \, HHow you tried to set them free,
3 D1 X }! i n. O, jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) G, K. v4 n6 j# R+ G& rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O; z, |) ~; H5 v" uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) V* P3 b' k2 c! X8 _# ~2 o% z) bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Y7 e" ~& v `' \: V5 r4 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 d! B9 t. k% ?, s; n# x/ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' p! x4 F" M; B3 R9 L3 s7 v: o: TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; [5 a% k2 I& B0 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) T4 _" o! z, _$ VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 u; v+ k7 S2 q, J* ^3 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % w8 U+ ` H, Z/ R2 }6 W" x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ N* r' T4 J' oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 v B) j) Z8 T: ]8 ~+ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ }& V- E; [+ W# C9 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 g" u7 j9 I9 E7 |4 Q
+ R: s- c, ~2 d+ F+ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- V; D# V+ Q& ?How you suffered for you sanity,
- X, C$ q/ X: ^5 S7 _) gHow you tried to set them free, 3 |/ f: ]8 `2 r! P+ _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ P( B. A4 F: z1 CPerhaps they never will. |
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