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0 Y2 d( c" [& O$ e& E, o% Z8 U/ A8 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 f' t X1 C, e8 m }) D% m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]9 M( P) u3 z' E8 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 n* f+ f+ w/ @% fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: j/ o. ~5 X3 }3 ~ [6 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! `* \9 Z8 |3 EHow you suffered for you sanity, }# G/ f Z' Q1 ]( ]1 d
How you tried to set them free, 2 R: j, e! ^( w, G* u/ l K# n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' |0 V. b4 e8 Y8 A5 A7 \4 O/ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 v3 U: W5 N+ m/ x' K& ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; d8 @5 J5 q- ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 `5 F3 M" U7 K/ q! |. }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 e8 A; E+ a0 n" U" d
- q, x ?) ?$ T5 S- WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& Z/ K, l% {/ @ [$ b2 `) VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 H& @* ~2 E# ?/ r1 d" Q( o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Y6 q) V$ ~# [9 n7 q" } q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( F. \0 @# i3 @) L& f& {3 }5 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ~1 l0 y2 S" H( S3 c; ]' }
% K( i1 x! B( v2 C/ G+ N+ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 x+ N/ n, `& Z- R3 w1 j" w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 F! `' ~* O* T. d U! _* @' U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Z8 y4 t: n$ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 ?# y# A, x+ h' j" h2 h5 r7 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . H# \4 u* b7 w+ @2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,. A h1 r+ _. z* b; K1 b
How you tried to set them free,
; p+ z( x; J- ?/ ~ E9 m! zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 N3 s F9 |& C# |/ s; `
Perhaps they never will. |
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