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2 k+ H' s `, a+ d1 X5 B* sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Q1 z" E: o1 Q* c: x6 W( }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^3 t1 F& o: Q9 O( B- N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 L3 m9 O) e) B* q. x* b, ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c' G; q3 W$ e4 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. V) x x: Y3 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 o' B6 d4 R1 lHow you tried to set them free, 7 H. E; N! J4 G/ l4 I; E- Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / U) i, m; @4 a4 S3 o/ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) [( F' ]3 {% N0 O' ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 r7 b, }/ }- s: sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! j) i) }5 K' Y1 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 R/ V0 G# K& a# G4 Q: B# R% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ]. h; T8 R1 {; iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 k8 z( x; @: Q, o' q, [) [But I could have told you, Vincent, U3 _; |5 V I" q& r6 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * E- K' _. [, y9 O+ _2 l
- n3 E: j/ ]9 i9 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! d1 E1 K! C s5 Y0 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 C& s6 }' p& r9 s( Z1 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! Z4 ^- O0 k- O. ^6 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, ]" \# P; X+ dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * o- q& ?9 ^3 @7 T- p
How you suffered for you sanity,
, d1 v, E- K& w- b( `How you tried to set them free, 1 y Z& `! }& b+ P: ?& [
They would not listen they're not listening still, % V0 L+ [3 ]# h; y* u& m+ }! t
Perhaps they never will. |
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