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( {% W+ j8 `: ]+ I" w' H. eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 [. {: A( _( I" h& JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / t7 @% U+ h1 K J2 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 t O) J- l, g9 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R$ L1 y: ^' L, h5 f( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: _2 Y* b6 p5 b
How you suffered for you sanity, $ u# S5 l, ^9 v5 v% l+ i
How you tried to set them free, ! c }! i4 u/ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X# m$ N0 q* f* `+ nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % d8 q/ ?2 `8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 A0 f, k m! S: v( F5 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g2 K. Q! G2 R6 V+ E' G$ m) ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ v" j/ |# C& G% MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ b* u, o% \2 R, Y# ^! c1 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& X9 E! Z) m' A( x2 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& b: U( E$ e0 s( iBut I could have told you, Vincent, . \1 B% J; T" o1 @8 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ^ z" S' J* ^! V
" `( p: {: L/ H, ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! K9 \. s: J8 J8 J* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - @# T" e" i! Z G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , q# }3 P/ ` I6 D8 k9 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' a7 s" ]& d, L# N4 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; g, p* i1 j5 ~9 y0 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
& z; U' j: W( q! c( D8 q( Q Q' i4 pHow you tried to set them free, 5 d9 J1 a: ?3 x1 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 h+ i* [# w- V$ K- J# o; e! [% bPerhaps they never will. |
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