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! v$ R ?0 O* a0 \2 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) z5 K5 G9 R9 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 P5 c& H/ f% H8 Z# Q( UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 i+ l. t' ^. \+ r; eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ^1 f$ Q3 V4 D. t+ F, f T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 g0 Y% c& x' @( ?
How you suffered for you sanity, % n- ^, s0 _( X$ b% ]! q* G7 d
How you tried to set them free,
* v/ k: ~% a- ?1 y% M& j7 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% u+ M# z& A, P1 r3 o3 _ ^7 f VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , |6 H7 ?+ f4 n/ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; \9 {) V, O- yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 k3 f( R$ G9 _! dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + X8 m0 P9 E( S/ p: ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 p* F; @) h: m" q; J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 w3 |. ]+ s& Y# v9 j8 y C" f9 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 x/ [2 ?* d. \1 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: t% u1 f! z8 I' U9 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 r+ N& l/ `$ D+ n5 b3 k
( x/ p5 h. f/ T, S9 J0 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % V. o! ?3 |- e2 u I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 b& f1 C- {' Q% |9 |, m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 p' @! A6 b$ Z3 i1 B) @9 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# _1 _( m2 a: rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / {1 b5 N2 x3 R, U( ^2 }0 W q" D2 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ {. c$ Y% }# nHow you tried to set them free,
( H* G8 c$ Q- oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& h: a. T. F! ]7 NPerhaps they never will. |
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