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p. T# l4 y, F K, C) lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 n& p- i. N% T$ Z' X7 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; p- I' B( x: O9 W L. S3 i! t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 m/ a( [1 F2 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ]5 i! V: ^; ]2 B* w* F3 w: jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% p% `. g* s! i; y" U& [" Z6 _How you suffered for you sanity, 1 S; O; @; |( C7 d& Q% \1 z
How you tried to set them free, ! o. o ^. m, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 _8 ?8 `& a/ M: ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, A Y! Z+ u& ]% o6 n1 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # r% }9 z2 o" W+ ]. z U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + D7 ^4 N! W5 g& e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% h& Q& F( K4 i9 Z( ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* a0 G2 @: Y/ N' s0 s& v# |( S% d9 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 o3 j5 H& [7 B! |; P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- U/ g6 P8 S! L" n! X- aBut I could have told you, Vincent, , P0 X. Y, w; h5 E3 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 F! ^' W( D9 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. Z, P; o4 K5 M. Z, D" uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?1 G) U$ d2 a3 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % o& M3 A- Y& E; h% e& J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 V+ U. f( s; }, |2 n4 ?
0 _; c6 b7 d7 K/ }5 B7 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; O4 r* I2 W" }# B! w; JHow you suffered for you sanity,5 E: x e' u L& N. c- L- V& ~- b; a
How you tried to set them free,
3 L) K, G% t) O j& X4 e1 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* ]' b9 }- C1 T/ ^Perhaps they never will. |
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