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, a! ?: K- ?5 z$ K4 B- h+ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. F# s" r0 |' y" n) L! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ^2 |2 h% F, A. @& q& M" {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 m) s" E* F/ f. Q1 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # q Y- Q C1 V; c* O" s* |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P( @0 X* [9 s' R- U% j
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 K5 N; g7 Q; {How you tried to set them free,
1 n3 U" K# z. y# k' E$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 I x: o7 s0 v& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' x! c- e7 z: D0 c* y; e5 m( y/ Z0 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 w0 E4 m5 D8 Y, w9 X& KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Q1 \, _, l9 L6 L" g
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, , J; A* {, [7 F8 N9 n$ w/ q! L' B6 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ a8 L# `4 `8 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 `4 v; ^# g; \1 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ J# q0 z( I' k: {7 `# W0 Q1 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . T' W. P6 y8 ~; |& d
) c/ A* ?! c# e4 D/ Q8 N9 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; T8 ?6 _) t% d4 q+ o. J/ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 J7 ^# L! ^" c5 \) S( @) Y7 p" w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k% y9 Q8 p2 R1 K% }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 L% N8 a* o# {) h
8 C! [0 B7 O0 f' W# F" yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " I- d* Z- d6 |2 M- m" r
How you suffered for you sanity,+ r) k2 ^1 A* ~ x9 j
How you tried to set them free,
3 ]* t0 G" Q, V& B1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
\8 I3 X c3 L9 _, kPerhaps they never will. |
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