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5 L( i3 P7 o+ d) X% K+ h# b5 R2 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 g7 d6 o" b: V( U: n% `9 m: K- qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : q! g# N( v0 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f; b" u; s3 ?* U% N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( F m& z' R \$ q# h' }9 G3 H: ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,# i; S6 M& |: Y+ B6 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
! O! M! w& y( u% v9 B* zHow you tried to set them free, 6 A/ e2 X: U4 Q+ s! n5 P6 f. I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 l% @! J8 `/ K" N3 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ _7 g+ B% t$ d0 G; I5 c8 H% W: p5 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 R$ A/ ?3 C5 P. P( Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " M6 g$ x* j3 U2 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' \$ ~! Y* b5 z, P! ^
% C) C3 R6 K5 n, s+ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( P( d; E3 ^/ d- P3 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. l( w+ s# ?" t8 N( W% u! MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 S: V( L, V+ s( e* y: ` R
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ B" P* s6 M& Q+ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: U2 r7 S! z( f6 D6 Q5 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Q w* X( u; ^( s" M4 h( L- ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Z, E" W3 A3 P+ V0 t" LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 J2 e" W2 S6 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 J* s e7 A, I7 y; w
; a/ L* V( u* D( SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - P, p, n( K1 O _5 D8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
R( t3 g8 c' S; n! L% b8 BHow you tried to set them free,
- E3 D6 P$ O/ hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ |2 `; E1 Q% i& U+ k# q3 N! v! qPerhaps they never will. |
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