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! b7 m: b: O7 p- vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ c' Q2 o9 t3 B9 Y kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 B# k/ G1 m( I) wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 J8 s$ {( ?; V5 p3 ?7 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' h' `& ~2 D/ ~9 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ v. u6 B! t/ Z4 ]6 `
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 q6 Y$ }" V8 B0 f# ^. o7 {
How you tried to set them free, & T7 n/ Q/ L {, Y; d6 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! u9 ~8 e- J1 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 t2 T2 O) @% M, `# A R+ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: o4 y! U3 R& M0 o/ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 I9 T& s: H5 e1 b6 b" e) nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * W7 ]) ~% n! N0 o! S, u: n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 n9 @! s9 Z3 i( b6 \, g) B% d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* I* V9 M) v C; g* s* ~7 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. R; e# U( C, U. B; k. q* M& F+ EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 U4 l4 l0 ^$ t4 A7 l" x7 R& h& |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * m6 |2 O; r# E$ x. Y2 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : i, o5 ]0 g/ B9 m1 \+ f8 p! b# }/ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 R8 ^* c; [& t8 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 e/ _& x- e+ [: p" Y3 r5 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # V. l. u, s. U1 w. D: J
9 V8 B* g' M2 ?* R) t2 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & t: u# l8 X! @/ ~8 [& [5 }
How you suffered for you sanity,6 l( Q% m' `0 ?4 ^. Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ F% ~7 T' Q5 `$ q; J8 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 B1 I7 I' U& ]$ S6 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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