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$ t' l7 J. @1 i: yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * [# s" D+ {9 g# j% l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) r/ ^: F( X% Q3 A8 X& E3 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 t3 B. m6 E1 M5 L, T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * n/ Z; W0 Y+ e, G$ X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 P$ V* v$ ]9 s L/ P4 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
, \, y+ W1 F. a: b- \8 ZHow you tried to set them free, 6 q0 y$ U, P6 O. d6 `7 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X' k8 T @- @( Q `& TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. H3 k: h7 I. d5 y P1 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# I! G: G3 V( v- K( l5 Y' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 A0 f" S4 r: x0 v# O6 I; o7 m5 u
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,
. }" a9 U- Z' T, V4 _$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" K* @, Z* I8 b8 b3 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " p) m' l" p# J+ ~0 i# K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! C& {; R! F% p4 }, FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. V) w( R7 ]+ R$ P/ kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 b _+ H( t# X- w) ?0 g. q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Q) I& D; N- F% c$ K- xThe 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, 9 k7 Q4 \1 w5 {$ j$ b8 A( N3 x( w
How you suffered for you sanity,
' R/ m, h9 `% _- MHow you tried to set them free, - E5 q% h; h# N2 O4 c
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' z( i$ A' v7 S g: o
Perhaps they never will. |
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