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, a- x2 I" A' J5 g- e% w8 g2 x2 h7 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& W5 b8 Q& c9 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# G3 `" B: Z1 X; g- z) UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. z7 j; K4 j; p3 X: ?+ ]" C( lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ U3 Z. C* x# r1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ V8 T2 O' N0 v* a
How you suffered for you sanity, , j( Y$ @' T2 x% m& ^
How you tried to set them free, & D T, y# F4 h2 f6 Y+ B: D. X) e. w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
L; V1 a6 q! G: j4 G/ R J- eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~3 b) Z* I$ q L' c K& E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 L/ o) \5 Q! `. W3 y; e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! f; R: W# e: w: J: r* RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - I1 o) y) E! _: O `5 g7 c7 }
$ [' ^$ R; x: S, @, x5 Y7 O1 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. s- g/ F7 R! LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % y- G9 G5 f' _% w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 K. z8 a3 r+ j$ m1 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' ^, {+ `' p# p/ V+ |( N- [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + W o; L4 e+ i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ w1 f4 [* m9 g* _. l9 g" T Z+ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 T% V6 N: x, lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* o6 ?4 m3 A$ `$ a' w0 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ~/ h" b+ K; I' c, D m
- p* @/ L0 e( CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# s9 C5 c: X$ ?0 W6 XHow you suffered for you sanity,- p, ^, G& W- z0 P
How you tried to set them free, " h6 Q Z9 N% U5 T* v/ T4 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 K2 \7 }3 F: x' b% |/ i, [' VPerhaps they never will. |
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