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7 l% q2 n, ~* a! lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 [+ n5 |9 |* |" p% w2 h+ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * K; h; q) c& K J2 L% N k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Y+ N. t+ @ b+ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 q8 L( Q. u9 A% ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 B: w3 w |% s5 \! C# I7 b0 E i$ E
How you suffered for you sanity, : F! V) C! m B# p/ _3 p
How you tried to set them free,
* e/ r; |0 ^! e+ u" \% QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ G H2 q( x3 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 q2 a. Z" z; w. R9 r; t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ g$ P q& Z0 G3 f' _3 v9 G% l {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 c7 C1 ^* m0 V* I3 A1 c% o! o4 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 g3 ~# }% j+ j6 y% |
7 R- ]6 \5 j3 q# ?5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: i5 s6 b% R! K4 s$ ?0 g) x0 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 q, q, X) d. Y- g- s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ~4 }1 s" b2 i2 h6 n: NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( t. W. p, l) f5 ~4 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 c! p; O6 [- |% T4 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ U& y* F8 [6 D6 Z% b0 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : B+ h9 W2 s3 B% \% [( Y# ]+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % R/ p8 p1 [: R( [: C. e) V3 f3 x1 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + C- L Q) S( m f J
. }% h$ M+ M, |( i4 Q7 b% V4 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ B8 b- U6 \& L6 L5 P6 R/ VHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 T7 |! q* H) d; \- jHow you tried to set them free, # B9 |* o) c3 J% I( O" Y, z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 P4 c6 I5 j9 v, a9 G. V6 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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