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0 v- D. |3 d# P+ F( {& }* k$ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# Y2 k- P! ~8 ?2 _0 H! e zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 R* Q. I* S9 i& xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 D) H- r% ~ ]1 Z% d7 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' F0 p4 _9 e, z5 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 o+ M! L- w% F# @ \+ K% VHow you suffered for you sanity, % n9 p" t& v2 s# |$ c) y6 Y/ z
How you tried to set them free,
- P3 t3 s5 b$ d; J/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Q& Y( v- A* I+ `" D6 e, BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. a" t2 x( h4 `, B0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . v# j& D' Z0 _5 T4 _4 X* }8 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* y e( K: _- V- HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p# h3 F! v+ V# U: n# ^* P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, P3 ]7 C+ {. a6 L2 k5 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* x! K6 u. R/ _7 \/ M4 Q# @You took your life as lovers ofter do, * H$ L2 d G7 [/ F5 K7 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Y" r) H% O; \% O3 E7 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + }; m, Y( m' J& L0 {
( r8 i3 p, H) U1 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ]! n% P: o& B2 d4 ~" z! X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: L$ n; {5 |! d# A" V. i/ u% VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + c( U: y" N4 @1 `+ [5 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + B4 N' {% K( k0 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! B4 }! l# l v) |' ?1 C
How you suffered for you sanity,2 S+ x% s* h3 o! S# @
How you tried to set them free, . _/ u+ L. @( A2 |* {# Z! S# B
They would not listen they're not listening still, : z4 R: t% F1 b( c
Perhaps they never will. |
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