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4 m& K+ B: [. V+ N. e" R4 R" o* DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% q+ n4 Y0 ]7 r. S" z1 K1 Z* J: ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 T7 ]4 R5 o/ h, bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ^" i% e: _' V- C, l) H$ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 }8 b2 `% T3 P5 H/ ]) O; X- _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ~9 U- s, w E% k- ?, o6 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 s+ Q% j( M9 [/ ^How you tried to set them free, 0 T6 }6 k9 ]1 \: o6 w! e6 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 D& e" k! {3 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ~8 J( H# K! Y5 R# j% nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ?% T, {6 M0 N+ @: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 I& `0 n% D9 R* s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' `1 r. C5 k0 u9 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& M; r( X z$ S* h; b9 `" WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ]3 w! D; P& _" JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; w* R7 Y# y( {; a+ [" }% cBut I could have told you, Vincent, + e+ h; j" u& S5 P: b) s2 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 s1 L- ^: r$ N) E0 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . E9 c3 h$ B6 X& |- E; j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. C! l) E2 I/ g! u5 _. z7 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * B% Z" G( `- ?( q4 l0 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j( m) W& W- [8 n) i
' E9 F l: c- H! UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' i9 a$ [( u6 E: Q5 z+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,4 \5 E8 M5 H7 W
How you tried to set them free, # j' t" @ T) a& j$ j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ^6 l7 l0 B( R1 v0 uPerhaps they never will. |
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