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& s4 ~# j1 T' X. S' w, A( Z# k' n$ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; C% i6 z; X8 ?8 _( E( }. \8 k: gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . {" M! ?) a' v( e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! } H# M7 J5 D) X: i5 c9 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + h2 R7 ?1 D4 e( _" F. n. X; P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" e8 M& a) n( _How you suffered for you sanity,
* l: r, M( {, ?) J* J* xHow you tried to set them free, 0 z, I6 n9 P8 y8 p+ ?6 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * J& t$ I1 n2 a# O- p8 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 b6 y% S* w/ P% ?; R( ~, aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. M" Z, P, S# C, R" |" AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' @9 q$ b( B9 X; O6 }% V2 [) pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 t4 |4 Z# f# G2 |3 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 C5 g5 |- E9 H( a& p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 p( I, J0 v0 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% C7 |, P) ^2 P+ l, jBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; G2 M8 n* W% t0 ~, D- n `' ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % \/ f$ M- I8 _8 b
; V8 F+ F7 z& ?9 `, O7 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 s# T+ K6 ?9 u2 d8 \) [" k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Y$ [ ^% U% ]4 g7 s I5 ?! sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * j5 a! ~% T& D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) H0 ^. L/ C& g. M4 P) p q1 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" r; K! l5 H/ g/ W5 E4 U, zHow you suffered for you sanity,3 Z+ T8 k: a ?- B) X9 d
How you tried to set them free, 6 ?9 L+ ^3 p, z) S O
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ D; m% {9 a9 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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