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- C! ]0 N* W! R; e+ N% f" }. W. {# iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Z' P# S% J1 z# O+ a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Q8 a2 y/ I% G+ B2 [6 B1 Q; T1 C$ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ?1 a! w2 Q4 J2 J- W1 m* c ~/ B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
~, y, |9 P& K( u9 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 V; Q z6 Z' U2 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 O/ E/ X9 h& ]0 @0 w& wHow you tried to set them free, - B6 N& I* Q) w' |% |) p; ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % P- S+ p3 U k9 @9 D7 `% O5 E. a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 T) g5 d" n7 [' L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 _- C* ? k+ y4 A1 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
{, o+ P; |4 B! Q: U3 f: `. ^+ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & v% J5 t8 v4 y+ w- e+ S; m
2 v. r' b: S0 q9 i ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; f5 ?7 `" e D/ J. }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 i9 @- a8 x0 y# q8 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a, b( V- m: I" i6 L; m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: S C" k0 v9 q! q9 d" P$ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 h# t0 K1 x) {' JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: F+ M4 Y$ R' y. H; f3 s( jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* y! p x* W4 i! _. }0 Y5 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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S4 ?9 H$ i4 H# r8 J6 ]/ L& q3 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
h+ \; D- [3 r& A8 X1 ^: Q# q0 PHow you suffered for you sanity,7 [5 @! }7 y, X9 ]
How you tried to set them free,
/ u5 A7 h! }) P& o$ Q$ PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" I0 E$ j J4 {8 s- hPerhaps they never will. |
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