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4 }1 N' r' e7 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 y0 ~* v# P' S0 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! h8 a3 o$ |! O5 {( b9 A7 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( r7 W' x$ \. K# \: X j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ]# W. w/ b# R, S0 D/ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 v; s* y. M8 r+ c2 ^: fHow you suffered for you sanity, . c1 n; |9 }, J+ w+ E6 q8 y9 q
How you tried to set them free, % P5 b7 f: ?) u7 B6 c/ V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ?) B; c) w& z3 b2 Y" BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 i, V/ c# H0 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! Y7 b# G, M2 e+ [3 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + }# s1 b( ^* }5 _# J( @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ m7 i) {0 i3 W+ w5 Q+ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. `' c6 M1 a8 H' I5 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# M4 w$ d, W8 ?- zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 B! x2 |0 A) e. E% a5 N' t- L' `) }" @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 n7 v. m+ Z3 ]- ^3 g# D( P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ?; P4 j1 I2 T L1 @
# l) ?/ H0 z+ ~- J& RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; V2 q, `0 K) O+ U7 h! _' g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( R9 \$ j" E1 k, A& R$ [, E& MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 |; ^3 ^; U' l! t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . q' m# }4 B% z( t/ Z* B( R. d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 H' l+ R0 Z; h" i! O* S1 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
, J: y: z; i# O) M1 I! g& JHow you tried to set them free, % i; C" }8 ?+ ]) i4 S8 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ x3 j6 p2 L4 P6 d0 `Perhaps they never will. |
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