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2 S' K7 J3 t+ M: e1 i/ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, O3 a! p$ H7 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 L$ F6 E/ f4 `8 J' oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 J3 B, X0 Z' j$ ^: G$ c# JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ c$ N0 U) v/ v9 O6 A0 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& k* c2 S( _4 p, ~* c
How you suffered for you sanity,
* y; X% q# T! f( |7 t6 eHow you tried to set them free, . x C! E1 J: l3 I( h! n* A1 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 M" X+ l7 J$ G B' L5 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( c* P- |- u2 ^+ }$ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 n, ^- P/ w% K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : x" w6 P7 n, L' ?" d' s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% A+ `' i0 m' o/ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 j* @) e3 g7 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ? c( H1 \0 Z- x6 `3 { g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 g M$ E! h# l" ?* H' ^ y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 [( _; B" [/ v# k. G \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 a- y: E0 R* C- Q# ^. T
6 u9 b! P+ Y1 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 P' |" w z8 c, a6 j% MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ? `2 T% d$ ~3 v }" V! I) @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * O0 ?/ S G; E8 y1 ]; z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F; H3 c2 u$ u8 G4 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 E' d$ L" g; p
How you suffered for you sanity,* ~ V6 Y: d# t9 @* q4 W: e, K
How you tried to set them free,
" m1 M1 R) V8 ~5 g! d; g2 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) @' _8 p8 ` k4 Q- P( q
Perhaps they never will. |
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