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' [6 S1 p5 e8 ^" }8 I* x- `5 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O& g" t9 v! Y! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ ^. X& L: u' A7 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~# O: A& w9 y2 j, Y) xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 L* m. z7 G6 d- E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 X/ m. A7 z* O" n; o* [! _How you suffered for you sanity,
% W) H* h2 \. T: BHow you tried to set them free,
' i8 _7 ?) {1 _0 |. pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- J- }( R( {! ?8 `$ s& {5 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 i2 ?, a K5 q7 s# | Y' G1 ?* qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 v. E; M' }) a9 ]# n& y- iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 V h" c& X' @8 |* FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# S7 x3 U/ C" I0 I( sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & V* w# p7 V( }- Z$ D/ R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) B }/ [& \7 Q; rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q& }- q7 w- @0 E0 {6 Z) vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 c9 w1 I. r1 v5 X/ S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p3 k9 r7 x. D% w+ K
0 y5 |7 _% y& V$ n* JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K. l b0 Z% R; G3 |& C* `* N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ~, x/ O4 w: s B: ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' u a4 O& v2 W ^- WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % U+ [; k0 b5 `6 \
, u) r0 c7 G! p, Q. u. ~) K$ F+ hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ k L; E$ U/ X- G% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
* v1 [0 A6 u; D. H4 mHow you tried to set them free,
, c: O% N- K, H6 R4 m, CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- O) C( ~ `. F5 TPerhaps they never will. |
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