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5 T t" u/ I/ u* J) FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. {( g9 I- _" y4 n6 T) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / v, W* _! E, H8 F9 r9 q3 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Q) \7 j* e+ s5 \/ |" LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) |. G+ i- F6 D% n7 _- FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ]3 y- P* d5 s& {9 U, f7 W% FHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ l, [$ S% J2 \* X" a% jHow you tried to set them free,
, t& u. R9 {2 ]' ]. P" _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 V0 m: N% q4 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 g/ E* K9 G/ M3 Y8 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 w9 E4 j* F, T1 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 W% |% G& T1 n/ _/ }# X8 ]1 _( ]+ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \8 i" ?" C3 j1 H S" F/ S" g; `9 x- ] N
1 M" z$ W. H1 a7 q7 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 g |& V! J+ `$ v: x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 Y2 q7 ^/ c, {9 t9 q" E" ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ s1 o" l F* K0 U# `1 F1 }But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 m! k# a, f& M( Q% K2 k) I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 v: ^, e# }. GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 i: w9 s0 k; q8 u! X$ X3 X* R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 a8 B* n! i5 O) PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Q1 W( A/ y+ U7 @* S- P W- Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) S# g3 w6 D9 X) e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " s+ H/ ~) W. F8 j
How you suffered for you sanity,' \& ]% w8 d/ C! H. L7 y7 }
How you tried to set them free,
4 _9 o. v& _! f" g+ e* X6 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* T' {* |2 Q! o+ W$ o! hPerhaps they never will. |
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