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9 _9 [6 l8 O5 ~# [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 l' G$ g( Q% H7 i v3 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; U6 B; Y% d- c9 W! P- xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; }8 |6 b3 R9 \, T# }8 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 h& A) r3 K0 p$ O0 x# WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" p4 }& H6 f# l' A3 |4 L. O) YHow you suffered for you sanity,
* T9 F% J& N) y! {$ IHow you tried to set them free, + g/ x' V5 ~0 t, d: |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 j) J+ G/ f6 t' D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Q8 ^- @1 }. q9 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) [% v6 [" }0 a5 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 D: Y5 V+ J2 }* s8 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) i( M; R0 n: d% i4 b( V) MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" T; |; @( f* L8 X& QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / J& @% v/ {8 U9 a9 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 l( ]8 u- w# B! H* w( i" t% s% ^( MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ n( D% v) f+ y( D% p" W3 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. J) X- g$ |9 c% l _0 m; k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; u! u# L! V3 k+ c* X. lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 G0 a M) _7 O- u2 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z. u1 ^) F/ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / g+ O& \% X) L% I: J
+ a" h! z/ F! D8 Z! n8 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * t8 g4 ~+ h3 G
How you suffered for you sanity,! E" v6 u' W" k* {7 D$ R: O& p
How you tried to set them free, + [& u9 j. ]' F, b1 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, # w+ i% Y- u1 F2 E# I0 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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