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5 N. z7 U& O8 x# U% ^% R V( NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ~. y& X& H! s. G M& xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 w0 F; O$ t! S6 X0 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 k5 Q: c- d! M$ _9 {3 m5 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' |4 p% ]5 M" X ^$ I; FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. y% s; t' n: e$ b( i( e0 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
& q6 _8 k. ?3 r: R0 ?" oHow you tried to set them free, - j1 C: H/ V4 x3 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 r! R) G5 e$ h; V* ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) B. t; I; T( `9 R( y8 \3 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! X3 {# F2 E: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 w! v- e8 U6 K1 K3 U" tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ?% ~! @/ v; B. `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 ?+ O- ~2 O6 x0 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 }. }- `( N/ e9 P# Q9 T' \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / n+ p0 ^, j8 V( _ g- F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 _& f5 E) W: N: ^8 Z1 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! P; J$ S4 a/ d. [6 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, n% q3 i: Y) q! P" J; i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ w' o4 u- T- `; z* dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : R/ t# d# V: Z' B C+ I5 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 d& H1 x! k3 Z0 f9 b/ m/ D" G
8 W' r' p* j1 N; ~) h# B* JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 j4 F# b- @. K
How you suffered for you sanity,
# Y& H0 }# \3 v* _% u; X: e9 ?How you tried to set them free, $ S. H# N" i4 s. V* D3 s$ [& h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 O- [7 m8 J9 S- X
Perhaps they never will. |
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