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: G' y+ }" h3 G3 C/ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 I) ]- l% E* }2 z+ h0 `! j4 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) _5 }8 q% ~2 i% i$ K+ V4 a% TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 p# Z$ V ^% g. w* T# {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ S. y. u; G- S2 S6 Y3 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 m2 F0 u/ p$ W3 [3 R+ D) ?How you suffered for you sanity, & f6 x1 v, V! ~& w
How you tried to set them free, 4 k6 u$ t- ^9 `+ E0 Z$ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Q) S0 Y0 v- c9 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ?. c! S$ |4 d4 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 _+ e0 O k) v3 n5 \2 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + r+ T7 k; ^, ^6 q! a& d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 C$ _" y9 @0 ?1 `1 S7 w) {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Q( k# C0 K! I6 [( e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # }4 _; y! Q. Y$ S4 I: {- Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ v: j6 i) X' j3 i$ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x W- y- R& D; w4 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - o+ |' Q4 I) m+ E1 B5 k0 O
! o: {1 m: T! p3 a+ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 q" p" |" _( R2 p2 _! j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 [- a. g2 v* gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ~& c6 y0 ]% s. A5 \2 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . c4 J3 R7 `/ x0 b5 b' H8 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- t4 h5 q/ m; n3 B9 K# X/ q- `9 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 q3 X! T# P F3 x4 CHow you tried to set them free, ' n( S9 V4 a+ B9 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* y; b1 |7 f1 R: ]9 ^ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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