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! S9 |( C2 b4 S$ jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 s- ?! C" C( p: u7 z W+ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& b. ~0 A; b. g8 ~! \5 |/ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Y$ Z# k/ m: Q* T$ q v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! _& ?4 D+ R: D2 k3 {- b/ U% j+ ?8 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 z1 @0 n6 c7 R- g u. f5 L; k+ I. XHow you suffered for you sanity,
- W0 [* b8 p! ^) PHow you tried to set them free,
2 e$ c1 j8 E# fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ^0 d; z B @( g5 w" i, ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 p8 V" U* x2 j4 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- `$ f/ E! r6 \3 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 _6 g z8 q( D+ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J: |( V3 s( w4 {% b! S; t; e# o0 c0 Y
( U) a9 B6 u4 X" u7 ]4 E; s1 w' lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 t- b k1 W/ ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 Y& Y6 Y1 U3 F6 ?, u, @# U" PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 K( g7 W6 K5 y% i0 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) V. |7 }" n7 A4 E/ q- x% aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 M0 Z4 }: G3 A6 ]; k( Y0 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, N2 n& y7 t+ w3 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W6 w- q: Y; b8 h0 R5 A+ i1 U# M9 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ J# p' E3 w6 ?# |# d G1 M, p5 o* e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P7 f9 c. J9 ^: D e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 o7 g! Y3 E, F; o6 d$ _How you suffered for you sanity, e. h7 g: o4 t. u' u7 @* F
How you tried to set them free,
! g4 u. x$ C+ [ q: n+ M6 I& d6 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 J1 d% V5 t& W9 o; @! m1 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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