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8 R% l2 x! J0 C8 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 C, r0 ~. B, q6 `# F0 M; z, xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 T( F1 ]" v4 s0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( K* h: W3 x& h! Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ }1 I+ }2 C' R, F0 m* n2 c+ A7 t- xNow I understand what you tried to say to me, C/ F; p; n5 _0 U- X
How you suffered for you sanity, % {3 _8 P* |& S9 Y$ B0 ^5 [
How you tried to set them free,
f2 f" t! [* X1 N. iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. A) `- e, V8 w1 _7 u5 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~5 N% @2 t/ d* p! G! K' H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% l( R! e: X# s S; Z5 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & W% h6 [! N4 i* i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 N8 g4 e1 b2 H" P4 W
/ }) ~4 g$ s5 o: o9 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ^/ m8 {+ |4 z$ i1 m* u1 ^; T. OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 e4 ?/ F. v8 `4 K+ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 j% a. ~/ c0 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 g$ c% }( [6 b, w' ?& n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 d' d0 }4 w" C, cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 B1 ?- v7 G8 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . T: s* }; |7 ^1 v c" i- ^6 g8 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, _& T' G5 I3 ^- l0 ?! Z9 _# h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ^( j l# G. p/ F( E5 |! ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 n' W( D* Y0 [) }9 V+ k# V4 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
( z2 @& Z$ G0 [' g7 C* {$ r1 U3 T+ WHow you tried to set them free, 5 e. v! m4 ?% I( Y# o6 b2 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" j q2 G' A& E" s. `7 JPerhaps they never will. |
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