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7 ], \$ D2 [% Z. m3 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! U9 A0 [5 j$ R& p0 j1 n3 F$ _' R3 C# }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, V6 I6 m8 g" B0 }; ]# {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# t: @3 E! W; _' K c' E: G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) D6 k- k* T# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( @8 R+ C. Z) J z
How you suffered for you sanity, $ _5 Z, G4 n/ s0 k1 e
How you tried to set them free,
+ f ^# n- T7 m$ j/ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : R) I, a5 K) p: _; Y6 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 i1 X5 r4 Z+ H8 @4 Z) F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , k: n; X3 x6 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 l d; D- g7 e6 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : x8 R# Q$ V. s- _* @7 W1 B, ]
3 t, [; q& n4 {- |) m3 B& R0 R1 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. D" u/ z: C5 ?( F" j8 ?' o% V' I1 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 m! `1 F) ^6 ]5 [; c# y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; r; L8 }4 X. ?% i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; U! @, r" k; Y! Z$ _9 l8 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 K4 B; M- Q9 A$ w* {8 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 a) b# C( V x6 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 i, x4 O1 F( m* |9 K5 L3 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% K: }5 Q9 j: o; X+ d- {& u! OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * E7 }/ T$ M+ `& K @9 A
How you suffered for you sanity,; z5 h4 g9 r- O
How you tried to set them free,
& B+ r$ Q) ^; w6 t* O! D7 ^- M. }+ CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) O% F4 |- ?3 f! Z5 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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