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/ @! N9 l1 d' P2 |6 D) cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Y6 _$ \$ x! ^* E" i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 q% [9 | A8 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ s) r% V# T0 `0 c7 _2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% h% z+ B* I& ?& v' j$ X' w; Y- bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, V$ n4 }3 K9 NHow you suffered for you sanity, ( y% F4 C6 L. {! r+ i
How you tried to set them free, % Q" @6 X7 l6 p& E7 g+ h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 `9 {( B% F- S3 Q* [, Y) EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 Q |# N' b% L0 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 v& P) K/ }( w7 v( d6 R V& _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + }% `: v I9 l% [( K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( y ~: {: B& L- Y4 p ^ n- h
# E7 S' ^5 K+ z+ V4 O; w! SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 G- n' o. n/ J+ G& ]2 k9 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # L3 T: ?/ m: |/ A6 l3 r/ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 A- k$ }+ ?& w2 v( @7 k1 z vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! A) P. X; d+ ]. ~) \4 \2 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ i& k L5 R2 v4 l$ }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 Z- H' {9 G; Y5 z2 z0 C$ O0 b- Y# S3 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 A2 q5 m! X5 K" _: KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) u2 P" u9 H3 C" E4 G. RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 |1 {; b# k# N
* Q; z. Q# w6 ~' C9 m: }3 F1 F6 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: q& ?- {3 I* }4 Q' L4 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
: U; m2 D# C2 F! LHow you tried to set them free, ^) i& _8 E( x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 l; x4 P% g8 e7 W" D4 B' {
Perhaps they never will. |
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