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/ O! f( @! \! u9 Y- qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! @& K9 `9 s% Y% `$ U# }) m$ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 p9 z' G j! f0 A3 } _6 h" d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# K5 o5 H" D5 a, ^5 ]4 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 {9 G+ F b# f4 I1 V7 I) P' a9 l5 g/ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h7 _3 M9 B7 d$ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
0 b; H5 S g8 k$ X yHow you tried to set them free,
0 e8 } P9 w& X0 F( p4 ~* yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % u" R: t w# n7 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- a, V# m, t0 O% O- R8 a$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~' X: G& M; l: n/ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # o# e& T& L+ o b8 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - \0 D; `5 h+ D0 N2 q4 A/ K% C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 [" c- n7 c8 Y2 Q0 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 }5 C. V% |6 B4 }/ x: O: QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F' [8 c# g" m+ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, . P6 J9 V" ]: E; b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; |5 n* s* v' D3 U. U- J" O! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Q- r) R. v( i3 j2 R2 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 z* O" I" o! {: N3 P. s) SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ]+ k. A \& Q* t+ ~$ h: Q( R6 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 I# H; ?7 ~- g; H. I
: y: s4 @0 x5 q7 o Y& \+ p/ ^9 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; K8 [9 i% O/ _2 x$ ?" WHow you suffered for you sanity,, v4 x8 N; W$ Q Q1 z
How you tried to set them free,
* H0 Q- P2 `, |$ [1 j9 k) E, S3 |They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 `2 x# C+ x; K$ A0 Q( O! J" E
Perhaps they never will. |
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