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6 A# m9 o+ y" q0 I! U4 r$ M% Z, rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 |% a' k* ?( r _1 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 c7 r9 g1 |8 e; Y( {- H BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( g8 b# Y6 o5 ]# w7 V) n0 x. s/ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Z% y3 ~2 ^& H' |4 h0 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 p; u) o& u* R- l& YHow you suffered for you sanity, ) D+ c+ k- T9 [* d% [6 E/ X
How you tried to set them free, 2 Y3 s& d6 T ?, T x7 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Q9 `$ [3 v3 u/ C3 Y( x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 W9 ]) I% q: D8 R1 ^( t! _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& t5 l$ B2 c' }: DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / k3 p, n& g# `5 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( H$ Y( r- \; s1 c% [" s1 J* F7 C& nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ^0 A5 t! _+ \8 \& O4 y( K: Z5 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, M& b. w% S5 f0 }! L, g' @$ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " _2 V3 B$ h! c7 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 C" \- K- q2 [4 L5 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Q; ]2 {. s1 B% ^) ~: @
$ X! e7 }6 Y6 i" J4 k7 r1 h$ S/ ~% QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; C3 O9 Y" e8 _& hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 b/ B( q( H% s r n/ J# o9 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 X: k3 ^, o' q, u3 Q) u3 b! r8 F7 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 @' @( h# r; n; F$ W6 V7 A' c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 a! y2 }8 x9 s& z: bHow you tried to set them free,
2 Y6 w; r% S+ dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 }4 ]' D( F! k/ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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