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3 Y; w, r8 ]! t' Q3 K4 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ~5 b$ L9 A0 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' H5 a% O6 ~3 q$ F4 u9 I- pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ u. l; ^, X4 ~6 P: W" r2 n2 {& y* G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Z4 {3 i7 G5 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 {. F4 j1 B; H9 |7 Y( D2 e1 Y4 q6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
% M M: T! N7 i0 s! ~. ZHow you tried to set them free,
1 M% ~3 l+ E) g6 I1 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ Z! l, v6 e2 {# HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Z2 e7 Q3 ~+ z3 z9 S1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m4 _. A8 ]0 L7 X6 z3 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; E2 p1 U1 J! j" l5 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! ~7 k5 P; G4 ~
. Z7 m$ O3 Q. `% [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # X# m. R6 K! \) w2 Z F* W s5 S. P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
I/ ^0 @ Y1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ]% J8 q# V1 q& o$ I, zBut I could have told you, Vincent, * a1 ^3 B1 M& O. d; F, z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) t* D0 e4 C: r. ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! L" I7 L% R8 R9 P) Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * A b& n# R( W# Y' r8 [0 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# ~% o9 Z; r% Y" M' I8 i; @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 l! |; ?2 c$ d, s/ l8 n4 K& M0 Z5 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
( u7 ?* U# b, q, HHow you tried to set them free,
6 _4 | i! D! P- H7 [) S- O) B0 V6 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 a; h# ^6 _5 y1 E# |$ H" p
Perhaps they never will. |
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