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( J) x% N' ~( x- DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! u$ N3 [! k2 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 o+ I$ l8 {( F# g5 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 k' p6 m# Z. e7 _% s: @, `- m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ w* S5 |1 f9 F* ~! R9 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 c5 C6 O4 l! R7 U7 @8 G- ^How you suffered for you sanity,
5 J, \* N' |' PHow you tried to set them free, / T) C1 v4 \) w" |/ c6 c7 [/ J& G; T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Y& S+ y% u, N& f5 e5 \3 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & c+ A" d5 L# n2 {7 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 i; D+ }/ T1 W9 c" `! i% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # v( c, w( H! d9 F. Q: V8 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - V+ @% u* a5 B" r' B9 h. M8 w3 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
T: I* Y5 x# m0 `* I6 p0 @; T: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" _2 M( ]6 V7 i: t7 e' b/ u ^4 w' c# yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 [0 B7 @. |- C- |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ?0 F; p9 i8 R8 x1 Y
4 w- X# N" o) w: nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 B) N5 |( Q' f. G2 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ C0 y( Y* h# V% v0 X5 C5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% s& E" W( B# `$ U8 [% cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ F! T c0 x! Y) N# X9 z
6 I% b* M- D! X% dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 T" n/ s" J4 q/ Y
How you suffered for you sanity,, _0 g- G- n& N, F
How you tried to set them free,
$ c; a X' L7 ~) y6 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 |' Z3 [, v. p1 @& t; r
Perhaps they never will. |
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