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! |, i! m& m& u, I5 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; i' U4 J6 x: N. o( x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" o* f2 J0 c* hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ~! W' K3 \& d) I- D5 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) [) ~! ]& N# B4 x& }. l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) P9 ~1 i! D. H$ {4 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ i6 s6 G$ m. J1 \) s6 e AHow you tried to set them free, ( l/ L: w5 f. Z2 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & o6 _" p$ `3 j6 j3 H7 w1 {6 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Y& Z; h; E1 v$ o: _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 M1 K/ c2 [. t' mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
[; e+ H" @9 W# W }1 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . w) \9 W+ g; H. A
% h2 [3 u: B. Y- a6 S1 U% eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ~+ X: h# A" j7 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 j2 H: j8 s* g% QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 m! Z- B- l( K; }5 W1 u! qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 A/ w" @/ S( p2 G1 K$ q! W0 T% F6 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 R: f; I0 y8 n& y6 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ e) g, j3 C- ]1 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 }) H5 Y$ o) P/ Y4 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ^' P: i9 M7 B/ a" `6 K7 _* y& oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 X) F8 `9 U( z4 `1 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ Y! O( B/ B( r' O3 gHow you suffered for you sanity,; e" t" [$ O8 v5 v; l. v
How you tried to set them free,
) j2 C0 o6 ^; WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( T9 o* k, Y1 T6 w; D5 I* f
Perhaps they never will. |
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