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: ?: m! O# N, Z! wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ~' c* }7 f+ t) \1 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. o0 I/ A. ]7 ]% c! h2 `8 ?1 |- FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 T7 j( Q; o6 r. E BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 w8 v1 B, M* j" g% }) y" T4 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. g% P: c2 M6 A# r1 \6 k. V
How you suffered for you sanity,
, r8 [; @! O$ [- w# ~4 M6 MHow you tried to set them free,
4 Y4 C4 P O7 c4 S4 L9 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ^: b, I0 f/ _! L; L: wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# G K4 f3 ]1 N7 [& U# X6 b; QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 D4 y+ B' j8 E( f2 L: _. t7 D3 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& Z% j- Y( U& [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' b4 |9 T% n g- qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Y) M( O( ^& z# |1 r. h3 {: fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Q7 M7 }1 m6 W: h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ]4 j: C1 U0 c2 v; d
But I could have told you, Vincent, + G f7 S; }, H0 p i/ w- J( ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 z' p9 p2 N' f* `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) x |* P% L9 L- T) |) p5 u" m6 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. f3 Q; d, s7 e- \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, N A- Y3 @7 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; [$ V3 v: Q9 r* r; J6 P, ~
: l( }; C; Y! RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ^ c% j7 ?! i fHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B s6 h. O: eHow you tried to set them free, $ q! T1 H5 h& K& p, C" q
They would not listen they're not listening still, + S l- p5 {- F
Perhaps they never will. |
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