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' y' R# m: O3 s1 g' vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& @* i& l* k, R8 ]' y7 [9 e. b* QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 b# g6 n! I% E/ w1 Q: ~) jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ T' h1 v6 J/ [; o" k- \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; @& k1 R$ ?" r: g$ _0 @) b& LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 A k1 c; t1 D8 Z5 ]8 t) R0 U5 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 K) j6 y6 p1 P; a7 v4 @How you tried to set them free,
9 n- q2 j$ v ]/ z; AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) \2 t7 i: J8 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 y( I/ r4 m. a# G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Z9 I p0 L$ W* P' R: nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) @. v) o4 \# f$ O5 e: b$ _# j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + y; s& K0 V3 ?, e1 _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % _$ Y3 p0 B6 F' c$ ?/ R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " e* i' l t$ E" G6 y- D# X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 c/ J9 ?( e' f4 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) C* z+ I1 S) u0 D( K) SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 _% I% G% i8 M" ]5 ]
6 d" N' [' u. ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 C/ N4 D- M" n" l3 z4 ~' ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & D% g+ {* k( ]" G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : Y8 S4 u. |# f6 _) a! M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " n) f, [. v6 D( s) e! N* ^4 I. q
. ] a. W" a; Z) K% o9 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' m! J: {9 D9 D# K% P* Y- I9 {6 U7 D/ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
# q6 X- ?! J1 n s1 @3 _1 lHow you tried to set them free, ) U( V' K r' x5 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" X2 P' N* Q% ~2 i8 M" ZPerhaps they never will. |
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