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7 Z7 T- \4 C0 `+ I* p: Y/ E0 O& fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! r$ p: l( x' [' F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% z7 {! N$ ^6 t6 G1 A4 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* O, w0 ]3 G0 W. X Q$ h, GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Z0 {9 I1 K* k7 w4 @8 c4 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' S k8 t5 b/ G2 i+ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Z& J- A# W5 qHow you tried to set them free, 7 \/ X2 ?/ H$ u& W1 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " R3 g* E5 B( H8 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 Q+ l: I! S+ z& ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Q8 q+ m9 o/ s4 ^4 q4 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" `0 O- y; }) L. ^% A- q! zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 `5 p# X3 o3 J2 ^4 g1 y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 _! J3 Q/ t0 g/ w) l- x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; j8 @( r3 ^ a+ p4 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ i i+ h: l @9 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Y7 o7 m! k/ S/ _! P8 m0 Q( B3 G9 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O X" \& K' |- y* k+ e, H$ }
$ y1 L1 T& |: d8 w0 V% [# fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V0 k' O3 |/ u/ Q% O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 V& J6 \$ v9 t# u6 ~! f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; X* ]3 J6 m9 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 X$ r: |: L: P5 h& Q" @# m
2 ?4 [" C- ^1 d: W/ t8 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % {8 P! w. [' n( n. ~
How you suffered for you sanity,6 X& a1 ~2 t B1 {+ ?0 ^
How you tried to set them free,
; H( l |0 ~7 H c; A0 J5 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 u9 M% @$ R( E" |+ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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