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. l# j. e3 u1 U4 X/ A0 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - h/ t( {" [: ~/ c3 u$ G4 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' i, u0 j$ ?1 r N6 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( v# t x8 e) l1 e: `6 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* X M9 p/ ?" Z x* Y0 d8 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ q- t: s1 Q" \7 e. ~4 f: NHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 P+ p8 l3 t: G9 T' VHow you tried to set them free, - X* W) n( k% W9 ?6 P t/ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * J, \: ]& E: ?9 B/ x+ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, @8 e( I# `1 [9 P# C7 Z8 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 W* b2 h; q1 R3 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 S2 @2 @! [4 R3 T+ ]+ F! @- d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 D# R3 {/ N( g* \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 r% c4 E. w5 k% v0 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Z: c" Y8 Z1 Y; s! n6 ^) T! ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" |$ @9 z3 D$ y, E8 z* j; ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - b) }$ q: {# `
8 k( y3 B, t/ T% X- z! [' ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# G- H c2 u4 j% Y; WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 }, P# t# W0 m) K& e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: K/ Y3 X% P- I" f$ ~9 e2 dThe 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, y2 c% |5 V N! ` @
How you suffered for you sanity,8 d* d- f+ b5 h7 q: Q3 ^/ d1 K
How you tried to set them free,
' S; ~# J3 w d) m. G) s' W& n" u. ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
( d1 W7 W2 K) e1 H# xPerhaps they never will. |
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