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1 p* K. v* \& ^6 c9 b' X5 z1 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y& D6 A# k7 @, X. c, sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! {1 g0 Z2 v4 V, ]2 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 _' r- J/ \6 h& [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " W, E0 J) q/ |: x, v& x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 o3 \2 a( M. m0 ~ U$ l
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 }0 `! h% A N9 u" Y5 ]8 x+ j5 p2 @
How you tried to set them free, 8 x# y. H+ y/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / C/ h- u) R; n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o8 [/ X! u' H( Y6 |' p0 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ X. M/ ?7 c+ ~/ q- dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 U: U$ ]! u+ v& X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - t; B; U1 Z# k* P: Q2 S& [# z
) N# i* l/ W6 ~0 [6 J" NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, M. @9 l [( S1 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ w1 v+ O- I1 f' NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 p+ H8 r0 m7 l/ A* a* y4 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 k: s4 p' U) z) c% |4 J$ sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Q: J9 ?3 s' G7 S' ?
% j; U+ y R# o1 I6 ?* TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# n) {* H$ x; k6 B; \) [% E+ mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' o3 A5 W( k3 `% [7 W0 f' x& oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) K4 G" m* s$ d) ^6 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" S# y$ Z$ n g2 d/ x& cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- M& Z" n! F% ~: N' Q% n. z) oHow you suffered for you sanity,
% w& s. k! z% o8 [7 {# Q2 eHow you tried to set them free, 5 c' J4 |- `+ w! O! W! N- N/ H1 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 d! c" b$ D I/ n' RPerhaps they never will. |
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