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4 Y; y5 q4 U! z) \/ i$ t( c0 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- m B) a" J. ?, h: fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 I. c: [+ E: l; q$ ^5 M0 @" ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ J; T& H0 ]9 D+ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 b" a+ m( g+ h$ }$ {& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ]% L$ v: K% L' r7 H) ~! w" I3 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 {* k" X8 u: @
How you tried to set them free, * h# P0 F2 [4 [- d( p7 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ C0 i) _/ ^" m- M8 P2 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - B' f& b9 ]" M7 n0 d p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ e4 ? U" h$ ?6 c, I- bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ m) G6 O4 R t! F w9 F4 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 z% t& A) L) D; t7 i6 @ i- ?" Z# r
* ?, x: U( M3 z n" EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" T' L6 a+ g& o+ }9 |& ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 ^, R0 T. I6 e8 H5 J1 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# o9 I9 ?, e) s, T) Q9 [6 _2 H7 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% }$ ^0 ]! y: N3 a- x4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" r2 _$ H' T' N. O8 {3 R$ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" R2 [8 B* a& u M. HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * P0 }7 n+ o Q0 L7 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! m9 y8 G l! u4 \: oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 I. z; y# m1 p V1 @( ~) N( z8 u* Y. ^
5 `) ~/ Y, x5 j$ @/ V$ V t% CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 h# K, p$ b7 j# R- jHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ], n3 n( S' O D6 k. |How you tried to set them free,
. Q% j ?" t/ M: `# LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ C8 T7 y/ x" N) KPerhaps they never will. |
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