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+ N7 {0 p+ Y0 _; eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 s( G: z0 d2 w2 Z1 S( r; iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " l) t0 W" k6 l" n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 D# n4 t! V5 f3 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) E# k O* K! m m& P" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# j1 N( ~' M9 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 b# l. E( g7 b$ o2 d
How you tried to set them free,
' L$ {6 i8 |' hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Y7 a8 o) E# c$ Z) iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% a- x. ~" S9 f7 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . l) ` x1 Z% W3 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 V3 D( y( o+ e( P; w* ?% Z0 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ n" ?! T( l# Z8 ^/ [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 v. i( |( r! J. E( R8 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 F+ M& f3 u+ K4 K# e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Y# Y# K: O+ V# d( m* UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
{9 G& E g6 j i RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * E5 `% d& `2 F: [4 T
/ P/ C1 ]1 P5 `) lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# a& \3 Y( ^6 o; vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + r/ u% W! s G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 g- Q# T* n6 @* R* D; AThe 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,
$ O; w. O a# ?# W& _9 vHow you suffered for you sanity,9 v& u# s* f6 n; |6 T6 G
How you tried to set them free, 1 c# e5 K0 L& g5 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% C; G( c- m' J" y" t7 k2 B7 ~" u) x9 QPerhaps they never will. |
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