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9 D+ T% f# S" N. }/ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 T# Z' y1 l+ R! u6 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" E0 y3 }6 @, u$ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 |8 b+ R3 k' Y& U5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
q8 R4 L: z' kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: N) B4 t4 i' A1 P. N
How you suffered for you sanity, " V9 a: c. f- R/ [9 s6 a
How you tried to set them free,
/ V+ p3 E5 h' _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 T% @ B5 f1 Y8 q3 z& m q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 o1 [4 L9 B# w h; L4 ?% D' {! k+ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / j" {" y2 C3 ?2 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Y5 t! r( b' ?1 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . Y. B/ l2 O4 {" |& r& R
2 P( x7 y, l% C* GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 b" |& i1 }' m1 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
e) l5 U3 ~ u) Z" xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - G) F% ^2 f" @1 s; z% _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) B: X' j2 b5 p* b' R: V. U& QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& T9 ^3 o8 n8 f2 [$ I& H8 s1 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 B1 L v" N8 l4 h0 _- V2 b0 u7 k) |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # G' @7 z' r. `* `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% K7 X8 v6 |) s1 g& ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * L- h# `- V( b9 @
. S" f# X& v+ J9 N1 c: ?2 ~' L$ B9 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . e0 i! R/ N7 j+ l( q
How you suffered for you sanity,4 H8 t7 @5 V8 z4 N( s
How you tried to set them free, : ~, }0 C( d% a" g8 B" E n s3 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) V5 O( @1 {$ L7 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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