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1 x; J1 w2 \- B: u; i' m2 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ?+ O7 q, U4 ~, x6 N O* f9 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * X0 p+ Q. v7 o5 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" p7 ?5 H5 ~% KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a6 y8 k( u( O1 [/ v/ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
f% k" [' h- G, L/ h! A. a7 bHow you suffered for you sanity, " `( n6 V* q k# x/ Q( x3 W% V- s
How you tried to set them free, / A& i; {/ D/ i& x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: o9 q2 u( }5 t! s7 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. h9 u3 e8 Y7 S7 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 O, P% l3 g7 P0 m7 i9 @" dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + \: I0 y! O7 o- C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & J4 L1 L0 ~) [3 B7 a; I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 F2 g7 _6 A" IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ q8 Y9 \3 p# |( R$ u9 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, : {! Z5 @9 {8 U! s' n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l# w1 Q0 I' }/ w5 p+ sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , w" o* p3 p, k8 ^1 [3 k3 p
( _$ g" u- N: vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) z! [% r/ I+ k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' j5 r0 s- M* ]( ?4 \% ~' J CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h/ x: X* R$ t% }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + F0 o! z+ h7 B C: W" }
) C3 B8 ]) s# v% H" ]' |# K, r% dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 G1 o* Z2 e0 j. t
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ~! H$ o- f4 s: D7 f) `0 o
How you tried to set them free, : x, {. F& a0 `. H) W* Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 O/ P; ~0 ~+ D) {Perhaps they never will. |
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