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& K3 u# p4 S" |: p, O, `3 _4 X& TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: s6 O6 Q( d8 j6 n# m% vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. G: p# l5 D6 \3 x+ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 b3 O0 i! X' }- B) B' \" n' T( s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 O( c S2 i/ w( t$ t- ?7 _8 W! l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! r$ P1 }2 N2 U* \; I% S5 e
How you suffered for you sanity, : o% ?7 F& b$ S4 }+ g7 ^& i
How you tried to set them free, 4 c+ l, U% u3 ?; m A/ M& J# g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- v, E' e. K" M+ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 q' ~. e; W l7 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ U- j0 m$ | r& }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ^ f( e/ N6 V! B3 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 M7 h8 R6 o/ [' H1 S+ v
; O+ F) R8 b7 j4 R. |! g! [' fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! q) P2 ^3 T+ ^! N3 W; t9 D* kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & M* x- @% {$ Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) r4 z0 Z9 I! b; s& qBut I could have told you, Vincent, % L4 E W [% U) s/ `9 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 x: Y! Q$ l% @! B2 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 T3 X1 z9 P" G G1 r" `/ c5 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- @1 c$ x% s& X# d# G& o/ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( J1 x; t* H+ [2 K" k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + V* h9 ]% _5 _ K9 ~( a. o. o2 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& l1 N) g7 ]6 s* M& B& F1 b- XHow you suffered for you sanity,
! W& a7 [: r" k! k5 KHow you tried to set them free,
0 ?# p* H" k8 |2 x# B; B" MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 z" {0 ]' D: A4 S0 v( Y2 T5 qPerhaps they never will. |
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