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) P# R+ [6 T4 B2 T) tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 E, r2 \6 b! d) G6 _2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * K6 U" _: p" j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* j3 A2 h- j0 }: G. d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , _+ k: ?( D ~, \5 j* B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 e; e* |5 h }: @4 y1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
% k/ P( h% C0 g! V/ ZHow you tried to set them free,
; c, [* ?6 M' g- c& D; [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & j0 K6 Q" |8 A w; h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i1 T, |! @' j: D; K) \9 A) _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& v/ y5 V- r! H7 k _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( h6 p! v0 W0 Y3 L. I l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 k( L$ ?" P+ T( s0 T5 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) j4 ^# s" ^ ]+ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& ^& `4 _- l8 x8 A: h1 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' j% U, g' _5 b7 m ]3 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( g; M5 q- d' y- M+ S( C/ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 _: ?$ ~* `8 w/ j, k6 O( A
2 U' t* i; `; V& eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 I! g- R. t# M( M9 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( Q( q: d6 e' a' U/ T3 y7 B4 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 J* [5 V/ D' I9 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- b% w5 R# Z0 q& j3 z6 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,9 r( D6 `4 f1 w+ d& s/ p
How you tried to set them free,
! y: _$ ^3 ?( F% MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 y7 {; b8 c# s2 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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