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2 l S# N' v9 @* j; O4 ?# D- V# |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 n- J3 A4 L) L5 p9 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 G1 s+ ^3 A! Z" ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 A4 D; _8 B4 s1 V; lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , \7 }0 h/ p6 R5 s6 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# D+ b- j$ ]* C. ]. UHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 S/ J5 }3 {1 w
How you tried to set them free,
5 G: V) t$ Y1 H# q7 a. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 B% i" K; K% T7 v# QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 S+ G. v5 ^! W- P! x: q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! c8 L9 v v' t' cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( r* \. }- o; u8 T" F5 s- `0 |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,
, p# m5 q/ P7 |" L( X) c% bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 F. G0 S( A/ V+ g; G% rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- I# n% g5 E. [& hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 x$ z; k. i* m& R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . G" v: `* l7 z& j5 g$ g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ~. S& e+ a) `8 k4 x4 p m; h$ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: |3 T/ j9 q7 ?; u4 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, o' v7 d1 p- ]* q0 f5 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & x$ m; |8 Q- |- Q
6 }" ?# }6 T, C' e \2 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & e7 L/ [# V i0 E a, f
How you suffered for you sanity,4 x2 f- e. [- t
How you tried to set them free,
1 @) n$ {$ Q! ^- Z7 j, N2 N& LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 T @4 ~+ F' H" ~1 g, d! OPerhaps they never will. |
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