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! Z) r2 Q+ U1 A* y% nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 h2 P- l F2 T [& i4 U4 e2 u$ @; t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; A( @6 Q. e- t' X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' p# ? k" N+ \( K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. H! ~. x& s+ r; JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 y8 N9 Q" K& `
How you suffered for you sanity, ! u% e6 j( Q9 s1 o- Z n p7 b1 S
How you tried to set them free,
1 l. V' \' U' S7 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ X/ a$ B9 O' v1 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : s1 Q, @4 u4 u6 z( z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 J A* U* b" h# v- \' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; [# q- D/ ]. z+ ~# e4 ~- k( F7 q" gWeathered 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,
! j. E0 A/ r% R9 Y; \4 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q H2 x% c6 y/ |0 Q( V6 I; j+ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ]: d+ g4 f/ Y5 u3 I f3 y! R- g7 w& u
But I could have told you, Vincent, , L$ m+ p# d: l; g5 P8 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) P0 [" ^& e% @0 B* t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ s d' C0 o/ {+ l4 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ~/ m' K. y% d! T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( L5 T) R. H- B8 q/ j4 U3 l3 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " G) }, }2 m! X0 o% C
" k9 w# O* z5 J: ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ _- G7 Q% D4 j& a4 \8 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
; k- @6 t$ E0 o4 i, VHow you tried to set them free, # x5 `3 `) {# x7 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 U! ^0 K' [% }Perhaps they never will. |
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