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* j8 e4 l( U1 J2 d* GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# G1 Z7 ~% V# Q7 v5 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 w0 y; @# q# ^" W* L0 E2 g& S1 s3 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ k2 U q. @( P! W. }: wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 a. e5 }4 T3 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 k( a# r3 v5 G( x* C; Z! B
How you suffered for you sanity, - ^9 N, f7 M9 r
How you tried to set them free, 0 ]4 A$ S9 i6 {, X0 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 R; Y- s7 p3 m4 u/ |7 Q5 w+ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ X; M l' G" n5 q, ^+ Q a3 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 X( U% x1 J ^* K/ w1 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 w8 [9 t4 I- [: ~+ v! \) r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 m% G6 _' B0 V! ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : y; |" M% z1 Q5 b& r+ p6 n: Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( d7 P8 r& g7 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
Y- q1 m5 L$ g- s$ _& u7 l4 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' P( k/ U: m% P* s! IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * E7 ?1 S/ C9 l
) w1 V/ B, {, N3 x OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, S# a) x t0 j; Q2 v7 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 f! k. c, r$ u, O0 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! B' y `3 ?4 W; W2 h$ o
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, 0 O9 x; ?. d$ p9 U0 N2 B7 T
How you suffered for you sanity,/ V" U' b I6 s
How you tried to set them free, , T4 r, K5 H' X1 N- U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ]$ }( s& s( y3 VPerhaps they never will. |
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