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) m+ E9 j. F% G# JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 Z1 l/ U% |3 G8 I8 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: W$ M. K& w0 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, m' U# J0 e5 M. sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ^% B5 Z5 \! }; w, @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( ^, y/ r7 i6 [9 H b
How you suffered for you sanity, / P- W3 Z" X2 M- @7 [5 z' g
How you tried to set them free, ; j r' _+ E5 S7 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 O- u# F4 g C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( m7 z3 V+ m# k* @3 U* A5 Z0 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) D$ u; C, Q/ v. d' P% E6 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( J; ?" L6 }5 }0 z, J' }% C7 E" s! }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 q' a/ x% } ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ d1 i2 }3 l9 q! |: ?& XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % S. @7 P8 P2 B4 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, g; S0 R) ]/ C9 _- ^( M! u/ w5 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' C0 P$ F% S2 q8 z0 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 \- S9 E, b$ R+ K8 R6 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % H5 f3 V. M( _' @. i8 n% i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @" o. n" U. k/ M0 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 s+ s" T9 _8 d# P' W1 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
* E: l6 o" z+ Z$ {7 a3 d# D& N# q; d) x% l# r$ u/ o% R
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ^1 c* a6 j# W5 a! p1 cHow you suffered for you sanity,: p( q. n1 r0 f' u' U
How you tried to set them free, - v$ Q8 [6 M, N& T( o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( U1 L0 R5 e! J( S9 GPerhaps they never will. |
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