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. I; G+ w: s. c$ K* W4 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ` P# p! g$ G. A4 S/ p+ M" [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q2 K% t1 x8 @* G7 X- Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 a" J) R( w T2 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' Y( t; o/ \( d" q& I6 [# ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 F+ W5 Q% v* j
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 C5 s( C5 d3 ]6 z
How you tried to set them free,
! V4 b$ }. Q! N' g& d1 c* pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) p7 K4 V. o5 l3 z; I% ]) E! {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; C3 W7 n" P$ T& S& X- ?% ^. O W4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( u H5 C2 s1 d. t, F! m: gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) W- [0 d6 |, R; q" k* o U8 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Y( e5 u; ]; k/ W/ p8 G: m5 K
( K) E6 |. v A0 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ R; n. _1 Q) N( xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / U" p+ [5 F) y- N1 m$ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
^7 Z6 h$ V' HBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 i5 w" V) F% X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) f% ]# |( P" m' g* [% Z2 ^7 X& {# o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * k2 j3 q8 `' F* r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 k* n# k' [6 M7 N% VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ~; T D# K, W: h4 I6 z& v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ^8 Q9 _4 k- O/ P0 V ^ T$ N2 A
! ]$ o, b$ A/ |. `7 r% V, wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' G* c/ r9 ~$ _1 t4 l' c
How you suffered for you sanity,9 H* o9 ?$ r, X3 B: K5 X! G \6 W
How you tried to set them free, 6 I8 |' }. |' l8 O8 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* S1 Z2 S; m% p" H- bPerhaps they never will. |
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