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* E& t0 c7 Y" u+ R- f( P) ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ d% k/ w! ~8 E$ l# x3 e% ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" b, r0 ^- w9 x2 P1 S* D- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 x! Z) D w; ]$ D, r1 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 [' m* }% a! {- j) ~2 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: P& x: C- ]7 M) u5 X/ tHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 c( z( D5 ]5 u
How you tried to set them free, 4 @3 N( ?1 W8 L, Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ~, v; |) U4 q/ L# l2 N" VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 C) P! o5 j% e) _: [/ G3 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, F$ X2 j" V" I$ ?. k& N6 a4 q* ]6 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 T5 w( y! E. |, h/ M$ p; d! p, x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Y. t! x, Y; d5 g* H* ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 K* ?9 Y8 w0 O0 Q* DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' t5 c- E$ E: k7 A9 X, FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 _, I& W) l3 \; e/ G" |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - b- C- D! t6 c; i# k3 `
4 x4 a6 y% E- v* I/ x: \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 l4 C, I- o }" M. Q8 ]& w- E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ `2 c @6 k# r) m8 E' b, O: r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G4 }" L4 S' M' M: ~# J0 r" N5 E
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,
' t& n/ B7 F. |0 h U, BHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 h# O* q4 I# A& Z( g' DHow you tried to set them free,
2 |; x; U3 v. y& j$ t) k# L5 M! oThey would not listen they're not listening still, : f' a0 [' |& U( ]* E: }$ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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