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5 G% k7 n- P: R7 s. XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - e; D8 e4 M* P* ~% m7 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 l) v9 G8 T. @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- C8 h9 m& ?9 R+ p- B' W: P/ yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' O. e; L F8 V+ m; dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% o: ^+ j* d( E' r2 g7 m7 M9 R5 v, FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' Q5 ~6 G2 u6 X4 B7 G. RHow you tried to set them free,
& p. b4 I: t, J5 [1 w! e& o1 T; J7 Y# iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- n& P7 H9 {% k* U% F; K& d$ @5 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " `8 J* a& i+ Y) `( i( Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Z2 w! i/ ] {+ l" r* Z6 g' C' Z4 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( b; C5 a' @$ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 x- B2 d5 |( t( Z+ s7 I1 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 G+ x) M: D) ]3 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' M) ^1 @8 S, G+ f# x% V" K. u, ]But I could have told you, Vincent, % K7 Y' m. N9 ~- W- J( k y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / t7 N% O ?2 ~! I# o! h/ _
. H. V" a! S- Y8 |& y9 Z( cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( c- [+ H* ]9 O: N3 q4 ?: h4 Q$ ^5 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" R# H) I2 \! D/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! n1 N D- H9 x- ^' T4 [, ?% K0 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ [% D$ f# g* e( p" \ hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ]) p" C6 p6 u8 t% C4 JHow you suffered for you sanity,% o' p. ?% H2 Q$ s. \# T/ l
How you tried to set them free, ) P) c* d- e; |4 M$ t3 ^: H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 N$ d I9 Z' H% r4 f4 ~! h
Perhaps they never will. |
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