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3 ]1 |$ F7 p# p/ B# `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * M1 V- S- j, f7 Q3 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : c0 u' X5 K2 Q9 d- f0 m2 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* p$ n. E; n7 [) X& q/ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: [$ X: G2 D% g7 M& R/ m# g7 L/ P! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# w& y4 W- c' f- p7 }' F& lHow you suffered for you sanity,
, K$ r% w& z yHow you tried to set them free, ! H0 g7 D! A# ~& V" e. J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x, u2 L$ E8 y% G/ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: N1 |: G$ }9 Z1 {* RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! R6 I8 F+ c' \, }& T$ p3 H7 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % e& @6 F. G8 {4 k2 ^8 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b! E& q- N0 A& m/ W4 w8 B8 d" a
$ k, d1 e3 d5 L* D+ g& j5 E* U( ]6 p7 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # k' g: b& i0 h8 b4 C! g% r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , c0 K- b& C3 d* U8 w& B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( O- ^9 y( p# ?! KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' z6 E) `. U9 j: B( R% L* S. Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / \0 u7 a, d- T* t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' H9 k6 u7 F/ Q3 G) R! OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ ~2 w, j3 a' f" g+ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c" }6 A! n4 |9 `( [5 ~3 j6 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. B' |5 ~% Z& q. I2 L: I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( p8 L; w6 I. `$ T0 k" n7 W; QHow you suffered for you sanity,9 k# H& {% G { P
How you tried to set them free, # i, w$ U8 W1 U3 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, , ]8 c, T$ i; y
Perhaps they never will. |
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