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7 A- _6 N. e! n) s. I4 y- gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' J6 b. H0 S2 v% o( F! Z5 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : g& q; q0 C. k, [' x' z7 ~0 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- O$ S/ @5 D, l0 \' f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ d% ]$ }# D- ] A2 x) B5 R% ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ L6 E. Y; g3 k% X! fHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ g* Z. w) t! _8 M7 j( T' g/ NHow you tried to set them free, , f- o7 p6 y5 h9 d, P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 m" |2 F! ]$ B0 }- u% @! ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b; b' X/ `. u$ e* |2 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; x* n$ y) q" x& A# f2 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ?1 |. O/ j4 F7 n# E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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K! L8 a7 ?* ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ^/ _! g* e" R. t1 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # P$ ]6 l( h% \9 d! e' t7 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, D' p ]2 M! {/ I* @+ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 B, c/ ]: d- N# l; y0 }$ y$ P" BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " o+ }" h; R: q; ^) w6 L
3 D# O3 E3 g3 t$ ^3 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 z2 I$ g# ?/ K% |% D8 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 d W, Y3 y. k& E" X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 e5 q( e& J! g+ b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# V% \0 Z: ]7 y! S) yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " m+ V1 v0 ^! T* S, m3 ^0 C* ~" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
: W. N( z5 `' N5 E* |How you tried to set them free, . k: I3 w" I' [3 ?1 x3 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ a& K6 v/ w7 C. ?0 ~5 Q" sPerhaps they never will. |
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