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! X) E1 F5 h" R5 O: M5 w6 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" g+ M5 [9 t. |4 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / O2 @; c$ N1 j6 F, }6 v4 ?, F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 f8 D u. d: M7 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ T; F8 S9 V- O `& U* Z# o2 h2 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me," Y; p, g& X: \1 j; S/ Y( e
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 p1 p' s" w* Z$ tHow you tried to set them free, $ K( J6 Y2 b: c+ w5 Y. f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. X7 ^/ [. p! R: H$ V' X3 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 M3 q0 \0 s2 f* t& ?1 g# }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & H4 m- `) t' m; J: G0 y& K4 d# q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 J# [8 Z% l/ p, I8 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 f$ s# K! @. Y% `0 \9 a# [% N( |
: c( v$ c# p1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + }* k. n4 {. o# G1 Q. `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; k0 K# u: Y) W4 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 [: F" ?& x+ O9 E( N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 }, x/ b! g( c5 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! m. I) i9 r9 V6 V2 A! P5 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - [3 p2 `1 ~6 Q1 G. |+ g! Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; b) r% z" x& X- h, O7 }3 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& n/ i* `2 z# b* _0 E. |0 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : A9 W; u% n$ r$ b
+ L; e z9 |' S, PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; y2 v* O$ r2 x! U9 i: T$ A0 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
* f; D' h/ |' X3 FHow you tried to set them free, ' t1 r% h1 k0 Y. S! ~0 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) N0 z: V& }9 }# PPerhaps they never will. |
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