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. ?! m4 f0 Z+ I( M: UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 L. U# z! q6 @& s$ Z& y6 ^7 A8 c4 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / j1 T# Y& f! t" ^# s, Q$ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ?4 `) h% l7 e& Z4 Q: jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) W( h* j2 N7 d! y$ j9 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 j7 `2 @" O6 M* FHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i# O% M7 d4 A* @8 E4 R7 b7 l0 XHow you tried to set them free, ; e# G2 G& e9 R* b- d# e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 g! q7 {" `. e1 e- ]% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% D+ h& y4 a: ^0 l" Z9 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% l- y5 O. t+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 W( D, [: b+ z9 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , G& O1 p2 m6 K, D: l! Q. h" r% M6 I" r
+ l5 O' h5 i. `. H4 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( c5 Y1 [3 \, e# y& R, oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, l) V" c" u5 k& ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ]! A/ K! Y3 J; g" G# z2 y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' ~1 S) L$ R5 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . q- D8 y+ B9 d( B* S/ T* G# `. b. @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- h8 A. p6 L. N h; |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - B( I0 |9 j& x/ M5 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 l$ M- J& B: Y. m! C: S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 r1 i( c& G, B( o( U; b& m( ~' oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & h; w1 [/ d" T6 x! C
How you suffered for you sanity,2 w( ~) c! [4 v* e3 x& g- k" j
How you tried to set them free,
! Y5 X4 |. Z+ d4 L. U! DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) K; U) `/ i, QPerhaps they never will. |
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