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& k& O) S! }$ q# o4 e$ dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 \$ N9 ]- l' p/ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 @, V5 t8 [$ L9 Z' K) [8 @8 `6 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: s$ S0 n% |' k- z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . x% v) {0 g% k4 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," v7 o4 E- G: A0 I9 r3 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ W, s/ y* t$ n& N! [How you tried to set them free, 9 O/ y% q% ?) O5 ~. T0 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 h4 u% C( q! m- M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, n1 E7 ~/ D- M7 @3 b1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! F1 P' y5 \5 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
H& @( e7 D7 c$ d% zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 u9 j4 G& v! r7 m, D3 V9 l! r0 Z
/ Z7 K# _3 p+ ?# L, f" d7 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 h' [+ {1 @- m! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; v3 B4 U' b2 O0 h# ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % {9 H6 }6 a/ \7 z* `& m3 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, / N; z1 }1 P* ^4 @: H/ q+ L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' O8 e% r3 [* L8 [- X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : O) X6 D3 T( o# K/ F- a2 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ C3 @' Q0 m* f5 d, |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + y2 E' I" r, W7 _. E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ]0 Z; B$ k# T) [8 v9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ m O/ U( L4 H3 N/ o3 I* DHow you tried to set them free,
8 D% ^$ L1 C( `They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ H. R D! g: k8 J; t1 L% [Perhaps they never will. |
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