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j( I) M" p7 E6 F2 A/ A# c- ?8 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ~4 m9 ?6 o/ j: C2 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& N: J- n$ _% K U0 t4 ^! SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Y0 @4 R$ z! l2 ~4 L' gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 ^" z# y8 i5 {( J; jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Y3 R& u+ l/ b+ j! C! b7 j: i# R( UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; z. {% r, }( q, |How you tried to set them free, ) s% T( x/ E( ]7 ?7 U% {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 [* D5 m+ f' B- H* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Y2 B( P- M& Z9 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 K4 M, Q- j# yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: A) v( l/ q: W: X# s2 l' kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . M) b1 Z N+ ?' _
' s2 C" y$ ?( YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: G- |! A' R, _7 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H ^) H. Q! m# u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 e2 A7 Z' v& B7 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ^7 ~! [5 b) S# w' TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 e6 x q" [7 b$ u" u" H
$ X2 |' V- ` D% m, @% o7 h' T. r5 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 }( v5 u5 k" k" v% d2 `/ VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 {+ L2 e: _! P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ _" f l! O: B- L! \: Y6 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 f1 c0 X/ H3 O4 _: Y7 H! FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- d& f2 D# B0 R# l% hHow you suffered for you sanity,1 G) E, x% w, F& K* B: I4 r- S( z
How you tried to set them free, . w' b. ^8 B( C# m% B% g8 F5 Q$ m
They would not listen they're not listening still, - F. \; [1 {- d& E- ^
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