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1 J* U L: D1 r- M8 F" f5 {, sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ~6 W! |/ n# m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 J- l7 G2 P! i7 K" L$ v" l. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- t' J& d2 j4 d/ A, u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 I& c( ?( \' g1 K3 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 L3 y+ N# l" @% {( T7 V8 R8 K" s
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 m# o% `9 u7 |" |7 M, p I! C
How you tried to set them free, . s# h( e; }$ `1 T5 m" A0 F6 G5 d( Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! \. f& L! l$ O" b' J# r kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! b% J! p) ^5 Z& @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 W1 {( {3 E0 q0 @8 {/ ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) F! N" `7 }. A, x# y% R1 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # k. J. v& e) U$ P% t9 I
8 z2 E% K8 g% u* z- b+ U9 N! xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ P/ E1 x1 e E& z% v* B+ o dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; T: t+ F9 P- x/ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Z1 D9 v7 L% g5 G7 b5 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 y/ I' L+ m6 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 ]# |- ~' p3 n. ^ W/ q7 |2 P. z- |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ k6 \ M" u7 [( O/ L6 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^0 g4 d0 x* lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; n1 z. O" D: P- r( ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ H# i) x5 r4 h" v C4 Z/ u; V
: s' h4 i; q- [0 @3 G ]( P nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H' R2 S0 q5 L2 U: l4 aHow you suffered for you sanity,! ^' l5 t2 t/ I6 W; L9 ~
How you tried to set them free, 0 Z" E6 A2 c8 z. [9 i! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: A4 L; S: q( u; K7 ~, [% }Perhaps they never will. |
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