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; _4 y# M3 q H! B: b( kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " U- L; T% p6 |$ J, R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 O- t. H( Z) n$ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 z# G1 v0 P' e! [: k" u4 X( M9 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. K6 O- F) F8 U4 U) WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 a {! D: l- `How you suffered for you sanity,
/ q5 ~& C7 E9 U. u. e- {/ ]8 zHow you tried to set them free,
$ v) c; `, V1 r; uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ w2 M! S! k" w4 J8 I. ?/ r) bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ U* G! ~9 D( s# @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ~- W- K+ J8 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / r8 E0 n" Q" d2 w9 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 X+ L' w( w( k Y% A9 R0 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ U5 c& m2 S- x. y1 l. BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 W" P X& l& r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) R" p; W4 q- C! r2 W9 H: T# i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ F2 l/ S: f2 c+ Z$ q4 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % g" |8 q# |# b4 u' ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 r( A- ]: |6 K" u1 W5 n; C9 h! G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* j- U7 [! t) s4 {! [3 K7 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 @& b7 U& t8 m1 A% c# ]/ gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Y$ m8 p( N- s% [5 Y
- O7 h3 C6 m, r# t& P F% L3 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 b4 Y* k# T- A: q" nHow you suffered for you sanity,
! `! z0 X, E) W% o3 N% \4 @! y* |How you tried to set them free,
+ x3 n7 H0 f. \* z) nThey would not listen they're not listening still, # N! y7 m( a( O
Perhaps they never will. |
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