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3 V, d4 B8 O- w! R! D" y$ s# gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
P& O* Q5 N+ l$ W" [5 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ^& ]" L/ q6 F& |: eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# N8 s: U2 z% b; N y* Z2 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Q) S- A3 Z; {9 M( iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- f9 d! O( d+ h! c- Z3 N, ?0 s# I- JHow you suffered for you sanity, $ Z3 |$ I7 X. |( ^2 [0 K* ^
How you tried to set them free, , S, o( U9 f* s& B" n; W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- T5 {2 X* e% C% S* p5 T2 v3 ?9 o7 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* P) R+ ?( r4 f$ v* N% k9 M( mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- y& q8 h- x( wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , t+ p9 C% v7 l+ I) V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% i$ q1 j/ P/ X; VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 @# G9 F3 N7 Z! A$ p' ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 P% H* S2 M+ s5 [2 `5 u; e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 K n! [: ~ c, ?- a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 h: ?& x% _6 m. c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # e# t' [2 M" T4 o, l: L. J
8 @& t! z: [* l+ q. V7 V/ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; |6 y3 n" h9 k1 \8 c2 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! C6 O% x0 ^; l$ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, N1 e5 ^# @& F8 n1 U4 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 m3 r0 L. F& |8 Y5 a( qHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 b9 ? t$ u& M6 h8 L; d$ J! iHow you tried to set them free, 5 {0 F" C" N2 ]! t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! s+ g& g5 W0 |" l P; {
Perhaps they never will. |
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