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3 R# L& i( G8 W8 A) _' JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 X0 C; M6 [5 D$ g. Q/ T2 a" i# P7 y9 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ _6 S, j' q* y, zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; D J: Z' T: d, I# V1 j7 G8 e1 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 U! j* U' v- \. y" m* U2 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% D. ~) B0 N% WHow you suffered for you sanity,
! A6 z! Q0 Q- ^8 \How you tried to set them free, 8 V+ O( s7 b+ R. w$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* i* [& R$ A8 U$ K( l* j7 D0 k+ E% sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 ?4 M) [' Z* X7 g% B/ J* D& L9 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: L+ O P. M/ ~. t1 y* GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 E, Z- c( n6 {3 N8 l/ J- DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ?% T3 m }0 X/ F
0 n! |) Z- \" o" }' z- L' A* V: DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 u# Q# i3 g4 y. [9 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 U1 J- `: k0 C, u- H, k+ g4 T3 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: y( u5 ]: K+ h: TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% g, c# M, ]+ B6 e4 h( gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' b& a4 W! M5 k E9 A
: C/ s0 L! }9 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ?% h! a X) C U0 g, [, _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 m! \9 W' o9 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 F3 M7 l4 A3 u o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 O) |& |) e! l( a: CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) U1 l9 `: Q( \, t" {How you suffered for you sanity,
. F( E/ \6 y) GHow you tried to set them free, 5 j& g x/ t" g& @! O) R8 O9 L/ ~, y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) T# G( H2 t; L/ C/ JPerhaps they never will. |
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