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, E' J3 G' N1 Z4 P3 B2 h! xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 r: v5 j" ?3 O) t- X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 d1 F! C+ O: Q5 L4 y) zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! f! \( E# d, q( Z, }* B) NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. O }" Y4 `& M# m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 `! O9 N' g; ]% |, ~8 A. J
How you suffered for you sanity,
, c% Y X( Q/ E3 Z% F8 ?6 BHow you tried to set them free,
! M$ C# D0 _) tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' u0 e- p; j/ Y) @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ Y- t" a1 g0 l) i) ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 d2 N! Y% R4 a& i' D* y- Z, E4 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 d5 f$ s0 { w9 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & R6 W' {' O7 V4 Q! l6 s
Y3 x9 }8 l( L9 r' xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 O8 e7 ^! E& hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 L6 X/ w- I) k3 x0 }6 K3 w# w. c' g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) t5 I& E/ h/ ~. _2 `+ ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ ^0 N0 K1 K* DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 O' z8 ^/ V, C2 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : W+ V$ y1 [* Y" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Z+ h v5 k# fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # a$ [& `: i6 c9 L9 w6 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ?% j. L4 t7 e; X+ j
0 s6 }' E6 s* zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: y2 ] u6 p% m; f8 w6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ l5 I- T, x* WHow you tried to set them free,
0 s6 O3 @" f# j5 _% |They would not listen they're not listening still,
! Q- {5 P+ s4 e1 f& iPerhaps they never will. |
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