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( ]6 T" z" c% S. C3 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * N; j \- N, O* Q& x {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; D5 f+ u% s; H! l2 S' zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% }" n3 |' E f4 {) ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
W; r9 Y' f* \ J: u, f+ G( LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& E+ Q6 @5 O; m; n1 Y9 c5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
. m G. s! y2 {9 W- ]0 `How you tried to set them free,
" G0 c1 R- c- M: u2 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , A! D/ P, o$ p7 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ }9 b& b" g6 X9 n* {4 c( vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; v3 I0 c& D7 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 h1 c. m P8 g8 w( x( v2 a9 `$ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% |+ O3 S- [5 H: ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, f. T7 R9 G$ rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 r) [2 F2 n& w4 _6 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( @7 n; C7 ]. Q9 ]$ j+ D! rBut I could have told you, Vincent, : B+ A5 ^- f/ K! S7 z9 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - Z3 ^0 k0 a# v# i% n' Q" n% C& `
" ]" e, D9 l5 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. q* t9 v/ @! h. D6 m* q7 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 R5 Z, H! j5 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' t! O4 ~" p+ L5 _' i- xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ h/ p7 G) `7 D! U1 I" m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; L0 D: ?1 [& ^, D9 y% `
How you suffered for you sanity,; I" e6 u, V3 g
How you tried to set them free,
1 V+ ]4 X% k4 _7 M5 p! d K0 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 |% `1 ~+ y% Q7 V8 s+ G6 H$ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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