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4 {1 d C4 |$ B3 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! s9 i( D7 e9 p* z3 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ?: Z' P1 W- d5 r. _- T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" c S9 q3 Y2 H: YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 o* Q5 T6 w8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- x" i3 n1 }+ e/ r, gHow you suffered for you sanity, , N# t3 l& R2 |: r
How you tried to set them free,
3 h7 ?6 N& n* e; @& J7 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - d9 D: r+ V# x$ e7 Z; H5 V- o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 L/ m# c$ U5 y5 h! H* R$ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
c/ L# _# K& N# K' N! NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ~6 D Q9 C9 |, ]7 n2 C. x& W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 K' H2 ^" n& K
3 O2 I: x0 A4 F! w( q0 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
K9 O3 ~8 Y o, [ O" `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 Y# f O5 v/ CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 H m# o& T) }9 Q# m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 e% b" X" |6 k9 V. ^/ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( c( _8 L4 T! _( O; }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 r+ e9 r4 ~2 e* L: t* q; n+ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 `8 |: X, y' O* K E& m: LThe 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,
+ n1 N @% n4 P- g6 O; x( h& BHow you suffered for you sanity,: w8 m+ P9 G5 }4 g
How you tried to set them free, 4 Z* n, V, @" m# b9 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, + g) S! [3 @) p& L7 ^+ Q" G$ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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