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5 `$ O7 H# K* M9 F dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 {- W. E [0 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 T$ r5 d3 |4 c( u$ W5 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! A) n: z1 I( e- G! z- K1 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 {$ Z1 r$ d$ I8 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 o7 l3 m( L% h( h* [5 T" N" T- U
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 t; P* R( a4 u2 `0 X
How you tried to set them free, % `& N& R" r. ~/ j& ]: ^8 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 H+ ?" M U4 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- S( b1 O% ]& o; u8 }0 m9 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ a+ M* P) j9 c) F" S D7 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- c/ e# d& e/ b7 d1 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : U$ }( d6 J0 R9 L! v8 Y$ [4 `
: V9 `5 x" o+ r6 g( D$ U9 V4 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 |* o/ J. l0 h9 }, p2 u/ A7 s1 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * g8 y2 L% ` ]1 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # C$ S! i6 Y( C3 B* H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" k9 W5 T/ l/ f. {; G# wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; d$ }+ A- O* d3 }2 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~/ ~6 _" c: H! l- A5 h2 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 Y2 s9 {5 r2 d$ g( a7 [7 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- Q) Z' s- }$ A1 q3 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 B3 O" S7 u! ^( `7 R0 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 J* @7 ~0 n+ o5 u5 x; j( \6 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 V2 D* ^: _% [, U6 wHow you tried to set them free, $ i: _; z* ]7 \1 p" g: J5 f- r
They would not listen they're not listening still, - R/ d) V9 Y% k! Z# y* c
Perhaps they never will. |
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