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, {9 C4 E: t, b! n3 u/ _. y0 r3 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : a; Z# F$ u C m* @6 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- `, ?4 F3 a2 u) W- \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ {) l0 w6 w3 y+ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# k( N3 A) O; B( @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( @( ~ d7 h$ V- g. W6 J% a* Y: bHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ~3 e! c" W( Z# t" o# P' uHow you tried to set them free, : a7 u+ G4 ?. ~; U1 o0 \9 S. a. T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 S, s* ~: U0 | ^9 p1 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ C$ L. V- o, Y+ wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Y/ ~6 _% f6 q4 F( q& y6 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' _; l, { a8 Y, S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 ^: R. D- y9 f# |2 k
1 n' m1 Q/ q; Q- {# ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* u1 s9 `8 E( Q0 I! K# w+ X+ nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 g0 |0 m' ^/ N; C6 F4 K% ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - B) `$ [& ]" J; o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 X2 k- ^* q0 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 V0 w5 G# m; C0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 m* i5 n2 d$ M" n! r7 C$ yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * w' P1 @4 Z2 z9 K+ |; Q, c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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`' F. D% r( ]! J) G! ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D9 z5 o/ @ g |4 _9 V nHow you suffered for you sanity,
) V+ t4 O& C2 I' I" w- wHow you tried to set them free, / V+ ]. l e& ?; l9 t& C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ B8 C3 G" m1 pPerhaps they never will. |
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