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1 }( C9 g4 x3 c" n3 u, o" lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# x+ s8 y# @; P5 T- jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 {( g: C% u! \( O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 L, c$ h8 ], s& q4 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( T) R( m$ ]3 |2 i0 f0 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. z# j/ h! v9 Z# Z5 F3 i
How you suffered for you sanity, $ W3 G& O; v3 t! @) R
How you tried to set them free, ; L0 S+ k8 S$ d/ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' T, y7 Z# g; V% |7 s Q, J; hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ?) A' a& \) |/ m/ { BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- L5 O4 T3 K; U( W2 L! N# eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . I5 C- l* y( \% e. Q+ I: C
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, $ p8 Q) l3 P8 C5 f* J5 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 m7 }5 Z* d: m" P( V* x# q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " ^# k$ o. G# \' Q' t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 L4 `! ?8 ?1 O- z0 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 c4 w- P2 j2 M% @
( f" J# p% k" ^; ?/ ~5 ^, `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + t# @/ d$ |1 o. w- U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ X0 d' I; A) S9 P7 S/ Q" ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* A" R4 K8 i+ F' J, h; R' H1 TThe 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,
, b* B, E$ K4 v4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
P5 c) X$ ~- I) z9 {* THow you tried to set them free, % }1 ?: H* v; @7 C7 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 O, a$ b: y; O" l5 xPerhaps they never will. |
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