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2 Y& P& p. k* Z, ]/ D4 E# pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Y2 O$ M" H9 c- G2 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" K$ d$ g- U) m3 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* b& E* \% |5 c! ^4 {/ U, UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 {. U4 t1 X9 l$ E$ m6 h! l( ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,. Z, S( h( a' q0 |. L3 ?) N [ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ u* Y$ q2 v4 ]9 A7 t LHow you tried to set them free, 6 K% K/ O2 }$ W o/ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ d# n; N) j. X: f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 m2 F" k' X* Y5 A: V' `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * x: H6 f% r4 i. P+ M8 T8 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * P' h, M) J- ~$ L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 y7 a( Y' B. q) A8 |- o; @% Q6 l
) N2 H1 C% @! P0 Y& dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 k. v& P' U" `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 `) e5 j- q9 b8 i3 l( b/ q$ y' EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * D4 B! m* @5 Y* o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 a8 E: T# ]- O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' f% A3 J/ F* W$ L! ?6 |- I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 a4 O% g0 A+ k: s- ]7 ]) j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 o9 C2 Y' u$ k$ n0 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , ?& d- S' w; E# m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( j# A4 @+ d9 s s: g: N' z5 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 x5 h% d+ k5 ?' i+ o2 f4 H$ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
' w& G& f) X# FHow you tried to set them free,
: m$ z! E8 }: c h: CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( R1 I7 z1 v) \. ePerhaps they never will. |
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