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H$ v3 ?4 j- d) R5 o, m5 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 j- Y- i8 C$ t1 f/ J/ T+ l/ o. h6 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 D. Y2 Q5 S, D3 E0 [: D) eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 I! I0 M* r, N) o! qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& k& X; c# {# T& C) | |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- C6 A& ?1 ]( N1 Y" J Q$ j, @! IHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 Q+ Q" i$ ^9 DHow you tried to set them free, * W( p' @7 P+ ~ z" Y! E+ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ?0 ~0 \ ?* b2 V) a; e' FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 _8 b$ A+ G# ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 r# ^: ~5 K5 L$ z) tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- c- K3 U1 P. e% [# n# AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s. x6 X6 F6 _; G
2 i+ i* s. J) S# Z/ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( k% z- ~, } a( D1 e8 T/ Q2 d# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 w0 c0 n) I: [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / A) M' z' ^" H% `+ D
But I could have told you, Vincent, % u- h) x$ o& f" q0 C* D! r+ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ f* v6 I# W* IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 j7 [9 b: u& m* Z; |# R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ H* _: X# O/ Q8 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / k4 S2 J3 @) ^3 M9 N T
) N- T7 ?% @+ ^0 }0 q6 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; D8 n& h% K& y. c/ d+ OHow you suffered for you sanity,4 O+ X R ]! L: a* R0 Z& G; ?) x9 R
How you tried to set them free, * V; _+ {+ D ~4 e1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ z( \7 i# @( T9 j0 K% Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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