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4 O, @/ D* S/ B/ L" lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & P% l# L& \: w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& p6 s3 u+ X( T7 F! Q; {4 p/ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ o' r c% z& Q8 D7 r0 i) x; `$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 A( O) E" I# D% [4 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ H+ E' Y/ C- v: C: F& O6 HHow you suffered for you sanity, : X1 |& b+ f* D3 Q, q
How you tried to set them free,
, L/ [- A4 M+ z5 V+ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% a# j3 g- N) c4 h9 L& MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( z- |! c2 r2 Z: p; b6 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% i% D+ i/ n j- g. N p3 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! N, Q, o& h0 S9 T+ kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% |# L4 g4 V7 a5 Z8 z& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 O! G3 j+ _" ~7 f. a$ u' w9 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" \ c2 O; f% u* T: M8 _ oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; H/ s+ u O' o3 t+ i% B, m9 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 m( X8 h2 p2 N7 [+ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % k8 a+ R0 b8 u. x, ?3 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 _0 p5 t9 b, [) K/ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 [6 `# N& R* g% [& H) I; xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 P& |8 W5 ?$ ^) U7 I4 _- Z" I# \% t% }
6 P. b1 C% [! [& V1 [; ^* o" K% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( L0 N; c% O; L& z* h6 ~2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,7 \6 ]+ C3 \+ Q
How you tried to set them free,
% ]7 u) z0 y9 n3 h2 V2 e9 c LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: g) V& s5 r. Q! FPerhaps they never will. |
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