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- m H2 t0 e( k' I/ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& u; e: e/ P6 B- l$ |1 S' yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ F z+ L/ ^" l$ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ?. \$ ^& h7 a; o: @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Y1 G9 T( ^) n9 z) W9 l* CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 \$ M8 A) T1 n, c \How you suffered for you sanity, 8 b, X" ^) ~9 q0 `1 l( O
How you tried to set them free, & N- i, i( B( h% Z+ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# W+ b* ]. s1 q. `: K, L3 }' z, D0 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
f/ p* C2 D. J- t* uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Z! c7 B* T7 l/ T C9 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / s/ d: O( t8 ?& C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ]/ S& q' K S6 p1 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 p% O+ Z6 c3 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 D. f" M$ y& F* x8 m* L- GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - j2 ^2 D0 |( P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 w* a* ?7 L& Z* [3 ^6 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 L3 N9 t- e+ a5 S! u, @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " A( b3 ?# L/ L: S2 J% o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 p! h% o/ X$ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * r2 ]" ?, [2 }1 J+ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) P; ~. C2 y( b: r, @
$ x* m( v5 o3 D. B$ u6 Z6 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - [ f, W6 Y% |7 ^- s; f# B9 f+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
& q, r) F) { ~" g+ w+ AHow you tried to set them free,
% N& W$ Y5 G9 G3 R0 G6 [ ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 V9 X8 o0 w! {! ]# `% _9 n" J2 RPerhaps they never will. |
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