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/ u9 ~% C# j5 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) u5 T2 W& k% O1 ?* F' P! W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 {' j" G: c# R8 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 J: |; z! L( s1 X9 H5 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( h' K9 \9 A+ w" A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* Z* _5 U; N0 s/ j! \4 j: }
How you suffered for you sanity, ) R3 X) G4 h3 y' f
How you tried to set them free, 8 g4 K4 M4 d! x6 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, @) F" K6 v7 }7 S% u) I$ ~6 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 H' `! Y2 A$ t5 w3 B! lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g) S! b: ?2 u* C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 a3 b* e( a/ a8 A% R- M- A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 D* G7 L2 S0 V- {9 v) O/ o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. `- i- w# r' K, U: p& FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * G! m. k+ x9 |* {) J- b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
]: Z5 t8 h% v; O" kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' q5 K% [ Z) y: t6 v8 Z1 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 q/ N" Q8 L3 T1 r4 _& X6 x% ~
( V+ T/ J+ N0 F0 }/ i: l# g* pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S7 P- p! H$ d+ ? c- v ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. Q: g# V; \1 V& y! ~4 @9 P( ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ?* |6 Z1 L- ?0 w( oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / D" e2 `- E. P" B, U) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; ^8 k0 v7 |8 w, D! g8 `8 N1 k
How you suffered for you sanity,1 \$ ~1 R6 ?% G) ~. E
How you tried to set them free,
8 ]2 [# l6 R. }/ l% wThey would not listen they're not listening still, * c5 H" R0 N% X
Perhaps they never will. |
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