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4 b6 E2 A/ _7 m1 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# @7 |$ I5 v& u$ yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 b" a u& j# [# P- Y5 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 w/ m3 [, O% P- ]! {5 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : y. m# P! J1 J" \, D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ~1 x( o4 N0 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 H& o) U8 H: @ E7 xHow you tried to set them free,
" I N% R0 s3 X2 g2 z8 Y0 ]5 \! qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. k# Y0 _" s1 }, X' `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 [/ g5 q8 Y; F5 D* QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
y) _! |9 z3 I+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 q6 k# c$ V' c% P6 Y% \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * k3 Y! b/ i4 O; S
% }* z6 d6 K! p# L# iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ P" x- O4 ]- b# R$ ]% mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r. J$ s: G7 j1 U3 E7 d! {3 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Q% R( @8 H' c l S6 T) m+ j: [1 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ n' { L/ B4 m- u0 x& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& v. M( i9 f: t% G) WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 F' [8 o$ \6 _( m$ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 h4 d0 M) D5 R( E& T5 H5 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 M% A0 a3 t2 Q! L2 P) v- T* {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# F6 O% A+ v; f4 D1 \& t6 L z% yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " n7 `3 O9 u9 u6 ^9 K& ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 t7 q9 Z4 ~0 ?# f8 Y/ CHow you tried to set them free, . \! y8 u) O. t! G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 C$ }" f- \- \, U9 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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