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8 @; j; H- D9 U# M! O. RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( t1 |) o* ~$ m1 @6 Q! o: i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 L! n# ~0 E1 @! @- X0 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- A/ x/ p0 [8 p2 X% @1 O% d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ m( f/ Q" Y" r. h) L F, kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; F, L8 a/ w2 V1 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, $ T/ H! s6 J! h5 R* x' }8 c0 }) l
How you tried to set them free,
* H& Q: R- V& {' m8 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 D; g6 M0 c; z6 b! {3 w. B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& U' {' g. h5 d2 i+ w# N, o& }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' p9 n, g4 y5 X2 @8 h$ [% {$ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 j) n9 q+ ^$ z. _1 H' gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Y1 P& N2 g9 y L6 A* H- X3 R5 Q2 n( T
' t1 I9 G4 i' N9 S$ d: x$ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 x& ^* p5 S- h1 S% q" O, V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 B T; J2 f; K. m2 K( j) LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" k3 k8 S4 r/ d4 |4 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O( c- M6 O9 N2 j; G8 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ N# ?1 M/ j, k& DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: k8 W5 l: s2 R' d# ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: W( E4 s/ h/ Q$ J2 X5 ^! VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 @0 a: z* K( O* J% v- S M
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, ( h0 r1 v' I1 R9 G" |0 t" G5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 `9 J; X: x& S7 ^2 P/ g, d& LHow you tried to set them free,
, D6 {" I1 ?0 f3 ^" P( a0 ]7 ^" eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- U, q# q3 q6 n( w" ~Perhaps they never will. |
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