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% v- K! x$ K# X- L5 ]+ V/ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' q6 w+ t6 y Q- E' LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' W+ W# n1 r! F0 n, V; b* h- F- p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C& e' k$ @% ^; d. e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * j8 |5 Q/ M4 o6 u* Z5 V8 E, H- C6 a" l4 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: F/ r1 W9 s" V! }( s; h$ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
! D- \" A5 Y* M/ MHow you tried to set them free,
( Y# z/ K* P) G# S% E6 A+ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % q* U" l; ]3 w2 n- D6 m% e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w5 H; Y! Y9 t; I4 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) B5 f. T! {! ~4 o+ R* `: i% M- ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + |* @: I# ~; Z, j& R! |4 g9 ~4 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ i% U8 m0 P/ c. o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% j" a2 e/ H" M2 e' YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: u7 @* ~5 K* h: _/ ~2 ^8 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 Q! ]: k6 y8 l5 `0 ?" g" G+ t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% C" c1 \1 b! \$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! }8 s- R# j/ g5 U
7 q: c4 b' P. t$ {* m+ I& e. kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 Q& `7 l: y i# Z2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 n1 N, U( ?7 k7 K) V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % S8 Q* f+ f0 c( n7 v" B5 ^8 y
The 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,
% r7 f9 x" s; G, v9 x+ c+ THow you suffered for you sanity,
9 G8 O( S* P; t! i; m$ _7 I4 C. Q4 sHow you tried to set them free, ! ~3 J8 }- U& d( t2 [' N: H( n' G: U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 v& ]# L+ [' w4 F$ j* j PPerhaps they never will. |
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