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2 U2 f( _& M/ ?. ?% r7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 A- @# l" }) O- U0 O/ w& xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 h3 A, u& i- a' o! e1 U5 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 w) I+ H4 e/ N5 @1 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ X# E# h0 M) `% v, \# ], f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 p' u. w; _# I Q, ?2 W3 c
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 j8 s6 u+ |5 [, W3 [
How you tried to set them free,
7 i3 W2 ? k4 O3 m+ J9 s6 C4 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ?$ H. p% d. p5 Y, V* mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Y3 O+ z0 F. ?6 b4 d- HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 i9 n4 n* y) v" s" v: Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # d3 h7 ]& r# W1 D8 S! c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' K4 L7 L6 W# O
- j+ ?1 d" u5 z5 b( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 W0 Q0 B) s' W6 O; d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / g# T" R6 T6 W( C' p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + V( p! b5 n& P2 s' G4 v: ~+ |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 r7 t" A3 L* B6 I) D# g @! f$ `5 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. W- G3 x# g! E, m/ h/ A0 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! {+ \, R6 U) c. q2 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; W& k, ~; j0 C* c# M9 f6 f( y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! _- c3 d o# c2 T5 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, o+ {6 U" j. M) [; T, w$ W% _
How you suffered for you sanity,: U: R$ w5 S$ S$ g
How you tried to set them free, 9 J5 F. R* D# [$ }8 h; x( B3 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, / N* Y% k8 v: |' \. R
Perhaps they never will. |
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