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0 u$ F V( C+ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 k9 m8 s4 d0 N, lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* f, O& N" }2 l3 B$ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" a: ?3 ~ d7 C7 e4 H) K# s) fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! [7 A' {0 y, J) _7 i" R' m2 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; w# ^$ x/ r- M& k+ Z3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
- F9 ` \) }* \- d4 ~How you tried to set them free,
# |6 H, n2 g( ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- c& O/ F6 F# c4 b& C1 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ~1 V, U! c$ @+ j' q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* `" w1 k- P1 y1 ~% A! i; v0 V# hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, T- p e5 p( Q$ ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 R# x* s4 k f1 f: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 u6 d) g9 j- @6 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . k b8 ]! ]2 {: L- r( G/ Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : k$ D/ {( E& D# e/ V/ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. ~! b$ I7 m7 B7 }3 t- s# S( CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * l8 T3 C( N! E* q* e( `
N8 V9 P4 c! ] v! JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. `8 z; z9 Z! s" B8 {# n( |4 D5 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: e8 _4 D( t, @ hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ^+ H9 y" p6 T/ `' BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" Q5 ~, v( z0 Q% qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - W+ ?. T8 K& J. n Q4 V
How you suffered for you sanity,4 H* {7 n: f0 x) m% E/ @: P. O
How you tried to set them free, % \3 w2 `; U o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, L8 }# x' L/ c: Q4 B6 i2 K+ OPerhaps they never will. |
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