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) W3 e& h$ w9 S; _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : k" u# E1 j- x. k; r' y3 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; [5 ], S7 |# n+ R$ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; e5 j' J0 Z, h' C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ C! R+ r1 a/ ]9 S% b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- `+ \7 u ^* K( ] S: z
How you suffered for you sanity, : E( |( k0 A' H
How you tried to set them free,
! }1 u9 T4 P$ R) x- B/ R1 [, UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) }8 I6 q* t, X' u1 o+ |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- B) W, p2 } K8 [& W$ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + c7 C5 y+ x3 S; a1 R, d0 j8 F$ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + D$ o9 k8 K: a. p: O5 r, C, K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' V% F4 Y$ A9 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 F2 l9 s u7 u. K8 I# w/ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
]7 F5 M8 y$ G+ A. I4 v/ _$ _- V& ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Q% }1 J: F# L: _! H$ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, " L* k- a0 d: Y! M7 V2 z$ Y9 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 K! P3 \, R% O7 N2 e! \
4 z0 \# S/ @2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Q/ N5 U$ r7 V2 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ~$ x) g( t: x( g9 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( T: {% ~+ Q* }1 K; ]) h# _" ]. ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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X5 H: H# Y5 ?4 l% ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 G' H- f% B" x8 L$ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 \7 |% l$ t: w( A' YHow you tried to set them free,
* Q" X2 a n( K. e# `$ Z8 @; o2 l* `# y& BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( {: g& I* c7 aPerhaps they never will. |
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