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( i" P w& f* B1 X e0 Q* fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( s X+ w& t1 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 \( j3 E& O* ]/ o" y T2 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ?( _" n# b, gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " Y% `" C, i0 @3 w- }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. f' @& A2 ?. u6 M' u& R# n
How you suffered for you sanity,
; |1 c5 u* X5 b# c! m" GHow you tried to set them free, 7 A& V) n6 w9 I. j$ |5 q% F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 D% K! x. a6 W0 E5 |) u8 }3 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ]9 c1 y# G. F8 c9 e4 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ C! g' I6 |8 E8 d/ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " x2 Q) L+ |- o) K9 G |# m4 n7 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: S$ K; b/ D- j) i% u* K( YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ L0 S* L( a6 F& N5 c& }2 u+ `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- o( x' ?$ v# _; \5 y* l- zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* t' k: c/ x3 s& K/ n/ C/ a- e, P1 U' sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Y- ^7 ] t6 o/ u8 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. a, t( l2 }/ f4 v4 q. kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. R2 U0 w0 O% w3 N0 ]7 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' m; y# |+ g* k8 t1 ^# _0 d3 F. xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' s' z/ ]0 q; C4 i& t3 Q( @4 N
; U3 m8 ?) f& w; L Y) gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. }* g" O+ g ^9 T6 DHow you suffered for you sanity,3 h1 k. u5 u8 m
How you tried to set them free, * \) `" |7 D- N' `9 T! f
They would not listen they're not listening still, & v( e* u3 I8 \! u9 R! ~: L, {
Perhaps they never will. |
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