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6 n' G( ]% u6 L8 M/ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- K6 @' w( y0 \* G1 L9 d- WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! [9 B+ N9 T4 I4 `2 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~+ c6 }! x$ [5 M! K5 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' `5 m! e. l( i% }# ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 _7 l3 m. k! ]" A3 q0 j7 I
How you suffered for you sanity, R2 H, K2 n$ e: b* P* b
How you tried to set them free, 7 b0 u0 p6 P2 N1 _& z* D. G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# H! x8 c( \' ~4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Y( ^7 C, |! s( y5 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 Y5 R, p/ ^" z8 ?2 }- O& RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 M6 S1 J* _- u/ Q7 s0 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# {# n) t. P/ ^( @, @$ _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Y- P- ^; F; ~: f: cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 l3 c8 ?$ y! w! q1 F# I9 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % h/ q; e+ h2 i2 b9 L# g6 K! M
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) \* c" b+ c) c3 n* g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
?3 `& K% N& ]+ R4 }: M- Y4 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; r2 }" s9 s& c# Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 L7 z* j& } M2 p) u& pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 t: P1 k8 g! b c* X6 S1 X' B
2 [4 e' {- z% k9 t" ~+ t6 I. KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 Z& Y) |" ?! D7 Z" Z9 v: N0 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ?1 ^3 K8 [4 A9 ?% t. DHow you tried to set them free,
( U6 B9 u, e7 S6 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, " B6 i3 N) W' R6 f1 l7 B1 t! k" f
Perhaps they never will. |
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