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4 _# t+ t& f9 z( W+ h9 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 i3 `: ?, W+ ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 `7 O" @/ T) }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* t* Z! a" B6 r' ? QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& A3 D B3 A$ y6 d) W) E' J" E+ UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. c( F7 Y" P9 I/ ^6 M: M' B
How you suffered for you sanity, # N( k1 M& S. N# D8 b
How you tried to set them free,
* t/ q5 R$ }' }" f, r* D. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ z" E4 g- L% F R ]1 Q+ i; n- W1 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* W" v3 q" T; A+ w& s' CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ]& O/ [( Q$ ]9 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # p! y/ U {& u6 T1 `# ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' l# X g% D4 h9 o1 H4 C' L. D
3 B$ N3 [$ Q% w7 \( w. {8 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( W1 J! i% x \) N9 v( f3 T3 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 o( X* C1 K$ q! w, W1 @4 S( n* D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 E: k# a$ O3 X" |9 E: d! MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ~* t0 q5 L/ Y1 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) U! W5 z% a' r' M" s, C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ^% X$ O% N" ^5 J" [7 B- TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 s- F, i% B0 K- n5 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ n# x: ?! ~4 i" H7 ]4 G+ @5 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) L# v! J$ d% c! i0 ]8 M+ a# j
How you suffered for you sanity,, C! J$ W$ E" n7 O5 d& k+ Z
How you tried to set them free,
5 y; w0 |' H. m. F9 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, , g8 g( s a0 P9 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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