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3 L }3 V( D3 A) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 n1 u8 Z( {/ e) c' D8 V% iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' b$ j/ |- h w8 ?2 W. H" p( W |( }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ D7 c8 a2 f6 k J/ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 f$ m4 ]" Y- L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," `& o- c% Z! Q9 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
: F4 w3 ?5 u6 c$ Q0 t. sHow you tried to set them free,
4 L! x* U; S9 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 {. S7 V% {! y3 b1 @. hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # s9 [8 _3 T' D& W" L" I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : G7 a! Z$ j2 X4 G& I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( L7 p) v6 t$ E0 ^2 u$ S1 u
Weathered 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, 1 L& W% \& M! d) h& `' R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 z, X1 Y6 m! @6 ~. `2 G1 u" r- g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ?! P9 C! [6 K" gBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! M" h5 E" l/ p- w. L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / _2 N3 O2 Q, @7 O
# S( u9 P3 I' u* K6 }5 `- F4 N6 B( Z/ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 i9 v8 \& y) T3 b) C7 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y9 ~, H/ m" i3 e' m N8 }: P: {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 [# b2 l( [7 Z7 l D9 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * [2 Y8 h. y, D2 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, | p8 G. }4 B4 o( |, m' [How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z8 A; i0 n5 B# GHow you tried to set them free,
" H+ w$ ]6 z t6 {9 N" b" y' BThey would not listen they're not listening still, * w0 W t8 ]! c* W! J! h6 E& T
Perhaps they never will. |
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