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5 R; Q) r+ s3 x2 M9 y* ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! @1 Q$ x$ v& j. K! f% iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 C8 \1 V" Q( p I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ L1 e& Q2 X8 A' p" mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ?6 U1 M% A$ x& [; Z( J/ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Q* Y4 R0 T" j0 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, |9 r# L2 A$ k" m% DHow you tried to set them free, ! S" k, e/ ~0 l$ K+ D, X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; [+ I" h. C- P: |8 |6 N, c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . z# q2 e3 ]8 {7 O5 g* G3 R0 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 e" h3 P. S: P! X# k; \4 G3 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . h( m' f8 p3 Q4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * O# `4 y; B# F7 o$ p1 h( ^: c+ Z; w! r
& c, ^' U7 }* ?9 H3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( o+ ~/ p% O6 m" M1 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 _* p) ~2 B* ? [5 D/ A1 a4 k2 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) ]% v( H2 g9 O( l9 n D. V% B! vBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ d+ v. B& g6 z* a' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 `* c$ M w5 r8 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F, S5 e* o; t1 R: ^( E' d$ k* e) \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 l) A& a0 p9 _9 ~/ R- F/ \6 k Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: R0 l6 F1 Z4 [5 l6 L+ Q* DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - R$ @% M1 E6 ~
. l. g0 I# m; ~. u! U; fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 e3 X- U0 G2 l; @0 x6 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 e# H# S% G) e7 w6 E& c% zHow you tried to set them free, 3 c5 k( ^& `9 F2 j2 l+ d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. N* V0 R; Y3 g# D4 W. r `Perhaps they never will. |
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