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; ^% f& K t7 l% fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * E# F, b& e% a$ ?2 t7 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 o, O8 s! `* |9 W2 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! i$ O6 R8 }' U/ P7 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 P3 w' k9 m U4 t2 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" K0 M. ]4 E* ~How you suffered for you sanity, / m. W) H7 J3 V* _
How you tried to set them free,
3 T2 B! n! q' Z& |5 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& B$ A' o; n4 `6 ]& ^0 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 H! y$ D8 c! c1 {1 O7 ]8 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) L- W, q& E- hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 E% u1 G0 q8 Y8 P9 dWeathered 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,
1 P$ j$ `+ i6 }3 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) J9 v( ]. }# h* k3 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) I' i2 ?: H5 p8 P) H3 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, # d9 r k# v; D P; ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) X1 @. n" D- R$ s1 n
+ F! Y* R8 ~- U/ `8 z0 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 z: J4 F2 m1 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, y% {9 m/ r+ O3 x: {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 r0 |8 @8 L3 t! |+ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' y; C C; }1 T0 `% S% \7 d, V: z
& W- b' v9 H4 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 p- C0 T I$ }0 K8 cHow you suffered for you sanity,9 b p$ H: Y& S
How you tried to set them free, 6 D! W% ]7 S' o' g1 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. D; W# Q' v7 y) ]' K9 H/ pPerhaps they never will. |
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