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, t' h$ i2 x0 b7 L# z) z/ I& bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 w. H6 L# e+ Q! H9 s2 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, a$ w' D$ r) G6 N# Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: n3 h$ D( S9 q: _: V7 E/ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 C/ A6 k: t# h- U8 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }( n: a: C7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 y4 f7 b& {1 L: c1 f. w& |How you tried to set them free, / R! w/ Q% M4 s6 N* [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! q% f6 E1 O, _' F8 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 {* H1 s, Z( u0 x- `# \4 Q MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, t, L, c o5 u8 ~" `# S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - R+ F" e# W; `- C( E. b. F. N/ i1 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l6 {5 d- ]' |' t# v1 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ L# z- k" \8 v5 j6 z% g6 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# V' ^; m2 Q# W: l. a) CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! Q" u, `6 p8 W" PBut I could have told you, Vincent, % z5 ~+ V6 g0 w; ^2 z; R8 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; k* Z. k1 `" I3 [; s) ^2 k$ s9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 |% J, {4 t+ F% X7 d; d/ {9 O& h: }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 A, S& j6 a. c+ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! y; V( P" H& v! C" ]& R$ n: wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 f* r% C- E d4 U( W
" ~' h/ T' {" x2 d% }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; c" h1 ~6 u& w. sHow you suffered for you sanity,0 W$ w; _, V- E0 c. ?& D7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
% `- W/ O/ }, }, @They would not listen they're not listening still,
& n, n; o) l8 M7 z; BPerhaps they never will. |
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