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+ K5 ~! g0 f! t- m4 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
i" n# q+ n5 q9 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 E" U. o8 ]; I& y8 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 X0 x# T! D$ w, K' bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # D8 H5 g: D4 d6 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- I& e9 V0 S( e" [: ]9 r. R/ {How you suffered for you sanity,
0 @# S4 t# n4 h' t, C! r# T0 ]How you tried to set them free, ! P4 G+ t9 ^- X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Y* B2 f* \& F3 J) ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% h' F8 h& S( L L- H! r4 S' v: C# cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ {& t3 R' w, X# H. b; j5 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 O6 Z4 F7 {. j% |1 ]7 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 `& ]$ A& Q" X# A6 C2 i3 C# S
/ [ w9 P9 L w- nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , E! q8 |' H- T6 r' v, Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Q: n/ K2 u. I" }% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Q8 I( R' z- F. g6 q G6 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: I% f0 F- {' v$ n" ] u! f |, FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& Y5 L* h* M" q$ x+ M( e, \% hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 Z; N3 D. E+ ^& c K7 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Y5 d4 d# t2 ~+ Q4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& m% t4 b4 j \: H t$ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N2 A: {2 e1 j! b. }+ w
( O; K* Y! n1 q! \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' f- f6 f& G" B6 e, i- Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
' `/ ?; e7 b6 e8 O/ S! \2 GHow you tried to set them free,
$ o: P6 @, {& u$ b& UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: \( N. N1 `& A; V7 V, A' S! NPerhaps they never will. |
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