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8 s5 g8 n4 h3 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# q7 r8 u2 i8 m# z9 ^5 w& R: TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * r+ F! O0 W& A; b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 H( O s; D6 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) |% _! d1 N6 ~/ f) ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ]; [+ f" N9 I3 q& {How you suffered for you sanity,
6 k: X8 g) a3 r% mHow you tried to set them free, & X ?% w7 Q7 D1 ]4 X3 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 o: q( o$ G% z! K+ r0 a0 J. YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 r* c) K5 \* r- `2 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 A( A* G$ P3 Y/ V1 n9 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % \) Y8 u0 f* W( u) q( Q' @9 B' I1 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ a3 b7 d; h1 m" S X0 s3 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ I+ n$ v Y+ E2 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 L4 I' l" L0 l7 o4 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 r7 Q! h, t4 j9 |$ R! C6 U; g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' [ Z/ M/ H& Q# L" r. w" @) r' J }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . B: @5 ^7 C* p& k# i9 B+ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 b3 }2 l E$ i L4 C/ V5 {! A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " N6 s. u& w q7 ~( S( F; ~: o+ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 H4 E7 I' S1 d( t" L% f( ` r
7 i# J5 \' J! p5 H, S! D7 G0 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - z2 a8 c+ z, }- N* e: ^
How you suffered for you sanity,: y% P/ X% j: a7 V
How you tried to set them free,
O& f' M3 r' H6 s, W- o) y/ ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ l* z9 S! T# }" n' ePerhaps they never will. |
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