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0 ^ [8 E! c6 f% F$ C. ~ F, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : x4 u/ k* Q; |. H- |) @- e9 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 A; F2 z w2 J: lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# @5 X8 y, `0 O4 }% V5 _4 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 S+ A8 C8 M5 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 C* ?/ |5 u: iHow you suffered for you sanity, ( X$ |# y3 t) A7 |( T
How you tried to set them free,
7 }$ [$ [$ P1 @. J, {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( V; g$ b6 L- P. m3 ^9 t, I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Y# |0 ?* A( U6 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 O. ]+ N) |' g/ I/ N% u& s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 A) @* Z) n/ I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Y" R4 w+ v6 }0 t$ m) _& B" D
# n3 w9 u u& m/ j( [$ u* kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 q$ s* L8 V6 t/ c! O# eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 q, t5 j: p( X. K" p$ |; W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! T; t! g6 o' { ~ k4 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, , X$ j9 b, `# J4 B q% U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , @) `" U9 R1 b f6 p6 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 H7 P/ b( p5 F0 ?1 Z+ h4 z3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ x/ t3 } k* a e T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b9 n: Z0 t2 ^$ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 }& c# s( v' [3 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% s! B" J# `; JHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i9 W& `2 k' F Y; W( T) c cHow you tried to set them free, + G, W% _5 I3 p" u: S1 H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 r3 m6 ]' h# u+ n0 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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