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h- r; `" q( D- m1 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 b3 D9 N3 I, x8 e) p: t- mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ~) w" Z( y) z' \8 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ K5 r6 E2 J/ Z: ` p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # h) s) N: p: V& |# b+ A, Q$ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' F) G3 H3 r9 v, G
How you suffered for you sanity, % j& o7 Z6 k* O6 B0 V
How you tried to set them free, $ N' h+ b$ r/ y7 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' S- c) n' N2 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + k' n3 b' H0 M g8 Q* s A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , y* W0 l9 q _" H/ ]4 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * }6 Y& [* L$ |8 u( a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {9 Z2 p8 R$ n% @% G# }3 e
7 e2 ~3 w8 [9 _& E; mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : l6 w7 V- E8 I% y; ]; C5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & @9 }/ e, k( b% |5 R8 V0 ^7 Y; @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 }1 G+ F6 K/ H' B$ D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 L4 D3 ~$ [1 _0 [" ^. ^; R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + }, m/ W0 e$ v2 ~/ a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- j7 C. c; E1 J8 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 s5 U3 N5 ]9 m% B! P# |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 e/ Y% f5 I3 G# A$ z7 E% C9 @; F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) @ `, S! W U3 l7 y* _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 i F' r, t2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
' u" h( E4 H9 l8 L$ K5 C, I% T8 zHow you tried to set them free, 3 B/ W' r* P+ h: \% }& s7 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, , G9 t% |% v9 o& m" k$ y1 S4 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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