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& T5 K0 D0 m( T. `5 d& y" j- j" d* GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d3 a6 n* {( E1 ?$ o% W; ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( C. O- C6 ]5 [0 \" UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" F, F) r: K' G; \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 l2 U# E: c; `- D1 |3 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; p2 r* f9 q# g8 Q4 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 X& H) ~. }) u$ cHow you tried to set them free, 8 d8 u& k- b2 e+ k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ D2 F4 h3 C+ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 q4 z6 A+ O2 m+ y( ~, [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 b l0 W% e; B, _; t3 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / t# w4 U/ e+ C" w& n: F( F, O1 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 t1 i. I; h3 k; y! p
6 ]7 [9 f7 B8 f6 M( ]0 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 V5 O5 V, U) G9 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , H3 G3 }0 j: E' Z. N# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) r6 D$ Z8 W0 c6 J3 p7 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ k! \# {# N3 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ m0 G9 H7 D% l( Z0 e8 i$ m) s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% E3 u, @. N# h$ F4 n- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* k, D3 D6 r) L; ]) a7 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , F# N# `7 M0 P. s
% q. `- _, W* t8 _* n1 _6 t& C8 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' t& Q8 C2 S- j0 p; ]. THow you suffered for you sanity,. y( R1 R c* \5 I0 L
How you tried to set them free, + v8 t% T$ [* o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Z0 a0 e$ B {
Perhaps they never will. |
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