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5 i1 G( J7 i- k2 _5 l# s* VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R) v5 m# K, D- n2 X$ c* `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Q n0 l( \) g8 [) j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 l1 h# C! S% j( y7 T# G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 P* n3 l2 a% z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ?8 ^0 E0 t) p& ~' L* mHow you suffered for you sanity, # c) u+ V: y" G+ V, Y2 c+ x
How you tried to set them free,
/ S0 T1 u# \) `4 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; r6 |$ C8 [2 n: V& Z) W% jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ]0 |+ A" ` a2 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 J! F+ O ~# |& m' c; A XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' h3 x, P3 v0 Z1 Q" Y6 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U5 W( a$ T0 k8 N& D5 m
2 H* r4 n. X1 Q3 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " M2 u% Q9 I& O7 I3 W: N! Y1 z ~% B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 |8 U" k! ~# ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 B; i& l% a7 c/ t: E& o. _But I could have told you, Vincent,
* f6 u, J+ Q+ [8 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, m( e/ c# J& q2 ^4 Y5 S: ~, kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# K: g, I: b1 `! V6 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, X1 N+ u% D: KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( S% i8 M/ j5 G( x; t) K9 W, r- [4 b
5 j- F5 _1 A7 a8 t2 c; E) |6 N% ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ^$ C/ \, R" L: r L- k# P/ M6 Z4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
" N" Z* n/ j* t/ M* ~' s! x. E" xHow you tried to set them free, 3 ?( \. u/ ~! Y2 x3 ]0 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( c, {, C! |6 T% P7 N8 P/ ]" W
Perhaps they never will. |
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