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0 x/ ^: P0 T1 t' `# n! d6 J0 i" t2 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' E& e2 D/ w' SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 a; b4 y: Q& ~$ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 B3 Y+ f, C& I7 ?& g% ~ s' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
b8 R6 E* L3 C8 j0 `# a S1 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' e: U! K% N8 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ?0 Y: y9 _4 M. `6 z& aHow you tried to set them free, w8 p+ u- @$ z S: D0 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" }# L+ r m: Q& E1 v: \0 u( qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 C e8 [4 b2 k8 e% {, m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @+ } j& T* ?6 T+ X+ y' ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( v, w: g* O/ y7 b9 s( b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 t- c" V$ F3 Y9 k1 e2 k6 C f, L
$ x' r# I( F5 c9 [3 Q; ~( r1 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& O( f% h! O2 a! [: E E1 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 A( @# t8 Z7 X+ ~8 o9 {3 T" I/ [3 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / d0 H# b8 D3 M. L! i5 K6 ]) X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 t$ P# R9 i: K8 S/ w* w! P' I) V4 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) |/ ^4 l/ l& vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ?- P9 h: {' j+ cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / a V8 b' q; h8 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 U3 ^1 P5 [# d5 l+ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % o8 a7 g. s; T
* O% B1 s' l3 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ N6 f+ ]# r9 D' n. \! v$ s6 r. gHow you suffered for you sanity, @$ _- Z$ v) A4 S" H5 c
How you tried to set them free, . Y0 x/ U- @& |0 d: ^2 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 C; w3 ?% n/ E1 N% }" hPerhaps they never will. |
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