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4 h; z; ^$ o! E$ N% iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; `$ B5 i* m; I6 f3 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! W) b, l" z% V5 a, ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 \( U( L$ Z& ^( \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( k) j# i4 V& Q8 d/ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 t) |6 w- \; U+ c2 S+ k8 R6 s( B. I2 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 c/ E! H- P0 [2 x( C) |How you tried to set them free,
' g" Q2 B1 Z# c* y/ n! s" gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( H; M1 W6 F: GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 {4 k- ?) F+ a. Z0 R/ v- `. B2 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 \2 _$ Q; e" m* }8 ^: \/ H/ A% @- X$ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 t3 ], e: O4 p# N0 S8 }1 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; [# G" T' D+ T8 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' a8 V* \: d1 Z: r. D/ c( j7 h/ H* YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! L7 F2 y$ u; j9 B* n" `( s* ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
A9 j8 @. n! a, aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 c3 ]2 k) f0 d$ q) W5 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % I& \2 ]- D) { V. R" H
& O' \1 y/ X: X" u; G T9 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V: a1 [) f H, c1 O$ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! D F2 b" c1 ]. G* H n; d7 u9 d+ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , u" r7 f, G8 N( z) \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , `2 r, K( t0 k
0 B+ R/ `2 G) Q7 e6 [. c3 k0 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; _0 D/ L" j* K* e! q1 O2 ]+ o
How you suffered for you sanity,6 @/ S* E4 W( |3 b$ h! ~8 F
How you tried to set them free,
W4 y; L/ {& R- s4 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% N/ q3 m; K, a& |8 I5 W3 N HPerhaps they never will. |
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