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( W. k! j1 _& U+ y. t! P: eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , y% m9 b4 \( e6 E4 |8 V: y1 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' J/ ]% W9 R+ ?6 m* G" gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. s2 ^7 E! K: x5 Y2 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M9 e$ X8 F$ I5 O6 y& q7 p \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
D2 L3 p0 }5 @4 D' @5 N) b7 M0 QHow you suffered for you sanity, : g1 x& i1 V) o. s8 C7 f
How you tried to set them free,
8 k$ w1 T H# D: z* P; u1 @& MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ P7 t F* D/ D' l DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 N4 G( v9 A! Y4 u8 G; o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 I q1 _% E* X) N) N z0 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' A& t( m' G9 M* W( G |# eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; q# V. q3 e) g; k% x! |; \
+ G w9 E7 R0 e Z3 \/ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; }3 G) l2 [, s* XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Q. G/ _' o# _& U8 D, C dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ~7 y5 |2 ~# U* A ~2 N6 A V8 @) |But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 u, Q$ j/ P" l8 n. U6 R, i7 H# zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ^9 |$ _1 @- D4 W. V; m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " G: F8 @: L3 b0 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 j$ `; i, q% I+ f8 e% q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 B4 I; \+ Z8 b- x: QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & J- u: G. z: U' b8 L
+ j* \3 M2 z% ?: [* ?; FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ?+ Z+ c0 z( F; T) Z5 F
How you suffered for you sanity,- g8 @ e4 A* i% [) ?: b) I7 i
How you tried to set them free, . `6 A* V8 b/ ~; e# q$ \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ A3 L7 J2 b' I. M8 [Perhaps they never will. |
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