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$ `9 J h+ b) t4 I" cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; v8 d. B8 ]5 w7 r) n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - l9 Y* O/ y+ r9 y S! x4 \7 y! {; y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; _" ?0 @. `4 @8 `& P% A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, j7 g/ B) ]7 y: ^* ~5 J2 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( w% k0 d$ _/ k! R& B' z4 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 b% z% \& T* GHow you tried to set them free,
; P- }, s7 u4 t3 e4 D/ z0 K/ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 t* W& ?# [6 s8 i0 ~. MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: Z: k: q" H( Q+ `# vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . c- A7 A0 o9 M' |! C2 {& n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; d/ ~: N' D' x4 a2 E. h9 ?, Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) {8 i; Z) {& P: v* RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! o# I! R8 K, h' E( u% Z2 P$ t; FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! e) ^+ a9 A6 s( w% K& G' l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 |* P9 u% j) d) [But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 L3 {8 d8 G$ O3 x9 z" O1 e9 Q% gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( m" w3 m3 X5 h8 O( x& B- ]
' q# y* w/ O x0 a, @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 Q5 @' G" X5 x/ J5 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 l" |8 i: n1 p1 {" Q' OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' l; U% h9 d7 t" DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. j* _7 H; x- |/ e( ~2 F G# ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( o! V3 ]# T& W. W R
How you suffered for you sanity,3 R) ~7 h# L9 v, w. c: g# Z
How you tried to set them free, ' U/ {$ p6 ]" W! H( c5 `: G2 U' x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 k1 }* r' ~; }4 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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