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$ [) I/ b* k- f, A3 P) QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. W1 \- G8 L; E2 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : T* C7 O; X" O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 O, [" M {9 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 B. _; N- \' g, LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' r: S! f: o7 X- K% |How you suffered for you sanity, $ ^6 A* N6 u8 q5 j( X* b2 x
How you tried to set them free, * C! W8 t( r A- F4 @: d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 {5 A" X% J' v. t! T# i2 q) HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + j. b% Z/ k8 c: p- H0 F8 ?# r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' U( b; d2 X+ W9 }1 g6 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , U9 X1 z& p- [ n+ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # g" V/ _- O3 \, M
: g/ F% h: @ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 ^4 N% L* z6 d, s; V- y2 ~- r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& e7 q# P& s& v3 `0 Z/ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * F. b- ]) @! _8 C% F* z) D
But I could have told you, Vincent, " y; p+ z" _7 S7 S+ ]2 ]% E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 w& ~4 G* R( I* _4 N9 S5 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- H3 b& o/ l2 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 a0 Z8 e3 L+ e$ j+ O1 p, _8 M' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 g! q6 a: r; ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & c1 C( J% ~1 g" E1 C. x9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
: }3 p4 `3 }+ ^- THow you tried to set them free,
) _, h" |; T& y: x+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" c0 ]& Q4 Q6 V/ APerhaps they never will. |
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