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0 h& ?+ ^7 h9 v0 `- pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 O {' n9 E7 y+ c' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) a6 q9 U/ F% x0 P( A9 w! J% t% }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 F( U* Q3 a& W' p- YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 H# B: B, p: c0 a e7 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ L8 E9 h7 _. Z( d7 p7 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 M1 T8 e6 ?8 @7 |" HHow you tried to set them free, 0 X/ `- i7 j: ^% U$ u7 z! M6 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 M, r+ b. w, S+ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ^4 b4 p8 H( O J5 }2 w5 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , N( Z# n5 ]. x; k( s+ Z, A$ J4 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" T4 v. S/ m; EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 @) z. w" c+ R9 }
S9 K; J9 b; Y& {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 d7 @1 r( N7 l+ S- ?6 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: T* R8 z1 C% k/ P- J, \# ]# HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & o" `& i7 ]8 m6 h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 M0 h# U- l9 ` B y ?. vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# L6 Z/ w3 _+ w! gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 g& h1 E3 h- I7 U" Q/ Z2 W4 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! S6 n H6 H2 a4 `$ Z. q( P/ R: x9 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * t; Z5 u1 S; B; ~4 }5 k
. ^" n1 V4 J( o: `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: A5 b% B! P6 S/ }8 a; r) lHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 l* ^ h$ m! uHow you tried to set them free, 3 M( J/ |! |8 l1 j& n$ H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ N c. u3 t4 c, ]' R) oPerhaps they never will. |
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