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) b. {& E) G; m/ C7 m6 _0 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 n2 k; R1 T5 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 n& z- N: ~5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' h! E( {- |& {) @2 f# d- kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 X8 c) }4 }( P. TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 k) m t- @1 ~) @+ d* V
How you suffered for you sanity, % z9 u4 m+ l4 \# d2 ~3 O. u. q. x
How you tried to set them free,
$ [0 B( a2 U0 l+ b. c( CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) `1 w J6 x+ nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( h. l' G7 j8 s2 p" c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 u8 i7 d$ U$ r0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + C) H; t% H: b. D- e0 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & f! ^ ]- l. N1 q: e
! _* m3 t) g$ K5 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + {- `3 c" ?) n0 C- U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ?; `* M, [5 O6 i) I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; N3 ~, }' |4 C: ~9 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) \% M& K4 c+ c i, i& B6 t: i9 A: c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + }- O+ c( q. d
' f, ]' m% u/ o- WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 i+ x( [; i' @* w5 ~, H1 @: B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 i1 `8 l# h5 p1 C+ z# f7 y2 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : r: Y0 R ^* [# v+ n! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 ~2 l1 ^, H) y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 R2 D; z! k- h# y' ]) K7 }4 C8 `/ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 _" p2 }, A; t5 o. vHow you tried to set them free,
9 l* h; A( N4 a4 { qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. |3 U' y2 U* APerhaps they never will. |
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