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4 t$ M" V+ w! t8 A2 e/ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" c% y; S8 I% z: pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 H8 X! X% j* E A* {0 h9 ~; ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 N9 ]8 l. B$ S4 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " P* m& q. w! b( P1 d5 p- l, W. b+ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," _) o# G5 l! e3 Y. p
How you suffered for you sanity,
u) E* m g$ w& mHow you tried to set them free,
7 P9 U; o! q/ v$ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; x! E; g4 J ?9 _& {/ GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 a' U4 g' @$ x/ N$ s+ JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 C1 H6 ~6 F) e* R) y6 }! `5 j. F" w" z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 V, g" Q1 z2 N; x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ^' t- \7 g6 C9 {- s1 o
+ q! F: L2 C4 ^* L4 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + s6 F' _) P- g. n' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - S$ s9 ~; p8 F8 q) ~! I4 }# _3 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 f5 z5 S) J- q5 w9 Z7 y; y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! V- u4 w/ C+ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! }$ r; ~& z, e# R; a6 ^* IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 B- \4 G4 @ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, h; x/ r1 G" r' i/ f- fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K0 k5 E! s; F, _7 q0 e9 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & V8 E- b. `+ h1 i' Y
% ~; M8 n9 M; M# w$ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
?+ N' c! m6 k7 l/ O1 P* eHow you suffered for you sanity,
: m; `" M7 N, M+ Y5 THow you tried to set them free, 3 O+ |* O' \/ z# n3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! g3 s g6 m/ }8 |2 [- t |( w
Perhaps they never will. |
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