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6 u4 y* H- w* d) sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 v7 ~# W2 k6 q8 C" WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' V0 z/ c5 j3 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
s3 d( X( i* L* P" y: W; v' xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : l/ P; K7 s& a" C2 D1 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 w/ l, C6 [; mHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 Y! N: G; ?7 V [9 {
How you tried to set them free,
0 H" Y/ ?& c% M: A" x% y1 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) k9 G8 [3 o( g8 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 F: m8 v; @% C e$ p7 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: R# n; ^( Y9 \3 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# U N( X& j/ \; W/ z1 ]; ]( O ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" Z" N- k! P7 J$ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & B% b4 S8 p" h% R x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' @, k- Q9 ^5 z. {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: H% I5 Z$ E! pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 f: [6 O) u( |( V8 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 W" e+ `& U! G% @: a5 W( [5 N& b+ V
9 P" |! j0 U8 w tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! i( b: w+ ?3 b+ N& m; E* d' R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 E$ O) L2 g v! z0 l% n* [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. b6 ~2 ]5 f) h! o9 j) e$ A1 sThe 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,
- p% a$ o, h+ T4 ~How you suffered for you sanity,4 Y0 }8 ?. S" w! t8 L8 B
How you tried to set them free,
/ g. x7 U! m" ^0 T8 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
' q% U) [, \; e- @% y# m& fPerhaps they never will. |
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