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3 l( {6 o5 L1 y GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! W9 s6 s6 A* M5 F4 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# I0 v, v' ~/ @% PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% n* O# Z- M. z0 I1 {, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 M4 V _& e1 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 l9 U8 y( B- Z m. R: y5 q J8 i
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 l" n! y- P; H1 g$ f# ], `* o
How you tried to set them free,
# l4 [8 z' L' @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 _, o' e! t$ B! C7 Q( V5 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 E* Q$ j% {; l! S$ E: J$ fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, T: o" ~, g0 |6 J' ], p) g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 J. H2 d" `! q# G7 [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,
( ?6 z1 h/ T& a' }0 y& W9 G9 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ v8 r: O* Q( r8 q7 k, I' d3 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ?1 e& Q# O8 }, U ?But I could have told you, Vincent, % t2 ~& ?8 k: e/ u+ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 q4 U5 J( F/ _
/ J& W/ l9 `: G! B$ rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ [, V$ q+ x, T$ b" A5 e9 m% mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 V% ?1 `7 V9 Y1 @" S4 }$ n/ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( F' F% L- L! aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; E1 t; s9 c/ B- A4 t4 H7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% T0 d% u- D2 M8 j! Z6 Z/ YHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?: g' T4 U# l! yHow you tried to set them free,
, \5 [0 k6 I/ T( bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?. @/ q( T7 B4 J, h
Perhaps they never will. |
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