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( r% a4 y. p' Q9 j# q( v: l; eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + [, ]+ y8 W2 m( o* t% H& h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ X* ^- L# v" {. ?- z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ W u% c* }7 {5 Y: X( TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : l6 m, v7 p1 N; u: `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( D+ W. o. F) L0 M" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r) A' M7 p7 Z% U' p- ?1 CHow you tried to set them free,
! s5 a# ^" S7 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: w1 }% _( u6 T# @6 K# SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ]4 N4 |) n+ m9 t/ ]/ v5 x& U: dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 M0 ]4 m# K3 I( xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , `8 j$ _: J! \& n( X9 A
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,
; U- }# K( r- E" A( U/ M j0 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 H$ n" k0 _1 t" z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 s) c( r) ?' @8 A6 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- z C4 n/ P" p1 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 G) D. n/ ^! P, G8 r: S
$ H$ b( v, @" P8 `: W) X! f4 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 a2 X, ^6 e3 M D, ~, OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( p: Z" q! `$ \. E: R. _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , C% W/ a' F7 h3 v" Q* N' _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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c" t) B8 }2 ^7 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ h8 {; X" s* l; j+ \5 h z/ T. KHow you suffered for you sanity,
- y' T3 P( x/ m# v% a6 aHow you tried to set them free,
2 q' j9 T- l- ~1 E. cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; d g) y2 @: B' P% R! _ a8 B, lPerhaps they never will. |
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