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6 A8 h! P! k7 S) \; y' Q8 b) ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ]; q+ Y9 F. J4 b3 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Z: i. p n& H& ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 F. _, } o/ C% n/ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 L- G# t4 V, S i. I) c! h; b! h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 _2 o. h( I0 x( U: r/ b6 \) pHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 y' O4 Q3 ]- V# x
How you tried to set them free, : X( N# Q* X7 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) q, z9 d/ b8 ]8 X4 P6 ?9 _; jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' G$ n/ P, Y% F& I B6 i3 w, wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* h+ j* @. e8 t; ~7 S) v* yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' O5 D% R/ O# p2 U1 t! ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) C5 u& ]/ i- n$ U# ]8 {
. g- m6 I* n) \/ l% C7 } gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ?* e2 c6 T" z/ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t# _/ P% X: K, E6 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ D/ C/ Z6 Z4 U8 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 S. P% w0 |: R1 C% D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( U* g2 F' p: R/ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 h6 ?% }/ q" m4 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 C- N; T1 e" _7 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 M& o0 e, R. w( YThe 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,
4 G. P# t4 c) O. l; ^How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l* z/ A9 d3 K9 c7 @How you tried to set them free,
" o7 ]5 H% O6 D* J1 ?2 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 `8 Q. s; ?# z1 U. JPerhaps they never will. |
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