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% H% y2 X; R0 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 g& h; S5 B. v R$ J7 e- gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 z( i) S+ s0 R* L/ w I. uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& i% T0 v; N% g' Y* b Y V# D1 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " e1 I5 P5 S3 ~' ?2 S( v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# y, g3 E; F. {" Q
How you suffered for you sanity, & K" b- u5 n) T; W c0 s
How you tried to set them free,
2 Z- i# J) m6 V0 T. `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) d/ r6 p2 ^" O! Z2 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / l! ~; M& @; z, i V; q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & p* Y& Z( }2 b; c' g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- H% I$ Z: ?6 g9 m' w1 Y( UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D& B4 h: s/ w5 x- {/ ~* V! v
1 _6 j& z! Z$ t9 X9 s5 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 {1 ?# v7 U6 r+ V8 T) U! b: o. j9 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 E2 S) w8 h0 Z* ~6 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 t. V' r% L1 T, M! c* ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
- t; w2 X" ~$ |) X. q# L6 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : x1 Z/ V3 i3 P. `; Z) G/ G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 j. ]" K, T$ z) _/ b9 O9 y! m FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Z4 A; M" J% h( x) N& iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 S& y9 V7 O* \, k8 l2 e0 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " {+ |, Q* F6 d# o2 u) X! h% A
# R/ q- G7 v3 W) [! J: @! jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 s7 N: u" N, ~7 Y8 Z- Q% w( t+ Z, @5 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ n8 g" O" u- u9 R8 S, I0 J! t- PHow you tried to set them free,
! ?" F' ^) B7 K4 z2 H# P- GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! \2 H9 J7 i# y( h0 [, m! |9 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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