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f$ }9 w( l4 D' k7 [/ S& XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 c5 m, f# ~' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% n T% O( d- Q% cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z/ h. i) o$ ~% G5 s k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y7 {' ^, ]' J+ y; A. D9 G8 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( ]4 ~3 Z4 I* u, a( X4 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
K1 S/ Q/ j' z4 t UHow you tried to set them free, ' g. w+ o" K2 T! C; e8 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 C. N! e, b# L3 t+ C I& g4 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ?8 S1 y9 o! Y1 y) |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 @+ U; i1 A' m' Q- N7 c$ ^2 L' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % p! o- _- k: o% L8 S$ l
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,
) y7 [+ n* m3 M6 b( I) YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) C* ~# }- p3 W! p; o3 K6 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( i0 r1 A7 O+ R: w4 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' Y! m/ ~8 f0 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% p: s5 o, m# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 y; O: V( k9 _. f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: q5 u5 H7 K& FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 C; r$ y" Q" o) N, ^$ DThe 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,
( u) w9 c$ U' x8 {8 uHow you suffered for you sanity,8 ?& j: E( N0 T% r
How you tried to set them free, 2 T, T/ R7 S/ t* i+ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 A" b' U# c. n' s+ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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