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2 s$ V1 E2 J; p" ]6 ]3 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 a% `0 H3 }4 \, W, l* G+ r% J7 q) @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& h k$ z' p$ L& gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 d7 t$ ]" G ?$ }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 }0 B9 o9 ?. [: k8 `5 }- VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 `% n4 J7 j0 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 x( Q+ R* u/ p2 |, N5 ] THow you tried to set them free, ' d* m9 I0 T7 n; J6 M" I9 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 O3 T% l6 r0 O6 v; D4 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 B# K/ ^% f, {# A, n1 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 b' P- O% h3 `5 d1 w; E9 v7 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# x: i9 J; p, W# ?6 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , w; _9 f6 c. B8 t
3 @0 s; |) t! }* u6 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, W9 O3 g, F$ ^, } k) e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ O* X" Q n: T; D9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 |7 D6 W, c* o/ ?* cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 h& q( V8 q# p" A$ R/ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( j- g- W8 s5 n. S8 x* a2 c4 l7 h, t
8 g |5 w+ S( a! a+ M; P; Q8 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . S7 A3 z/ a1 E; g7 W2 i, `6 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( T5 i' @+ U0 G8 T3 j( P" [3 q5 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# Q) ]7 O& g3 X( H9 AThe 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, 9 X$ u4 D' M- }" J5 |- d
How you suffered for you sanity,
! \7 Z3 O, M* u- p; W& FHow you tried to set them free, ) O* I3 k) X' Z7 W) `9 c2 p' ], ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 a4 m) r6 m9 e: e: fPerhaps they never will. |
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