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% R0 N; y/ r' r4 ~0 h8 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ {5 n/ G3 o( B" l) oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / s+ p3 j' x: E4 d7 W' J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 k, ?' l; `7 c6 d- cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 n* J9 Z2 ~* T& C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ |+ b1 k" `0 Q' D
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 k0 f0 P5 q- F9 s. t/ Q3 }
How you tried to set them free, % u5 e$ H5 Z6 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % b4 o7 C( b: H9 c8 U P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ^9 t* C- a% \, R/ j8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ]6 z; e1 q9 a$ _8 u5 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 c- d: M6 G( A9 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ^4 k) m) [! N9 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 l% j/ G r0 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, X0 p* g8 l5 K# b: S# I4 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* r+ e2 A7 E; }; C9 u. G* V; k; DBut I could have told you, Vincent, # I. o' {' I2 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ h9 @) y) g) O# ?+ K4 M. YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 D7 o- r1 ]* U4 R2 U* c O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* X \6 N) L4 W! CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ^. Y9 h# b: K, e# j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 E+ x5 p0 |( _
n2 F9 i; L& O7 \! CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + x' P6 _; M v. X: Q6 _
How you suffered for you sanity,/ _# L4 C7 x% {0 C9 ~- A) m I1 `' v% O
How you tried to set them free,
5 L* u0 E& F3 l+ v1 S. sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( O# ~4 i4 q$ q% x' R5 bPerhaps they never will. |
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