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5 @5 H; p) ?- x( Z# M l$ CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! E# [/ i. M# jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 U, ] ]* W6 Z4 F u# D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- t5 \+ }$ {$ P+ j& N' TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 s, ^$ Q% Z. u8 G' K, b2 G! V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 l0 Q& R' E' U7 HHow you suffered for you sanity, / R3 I: y, `9 h$ l1 Z' T
How you tried to set them free,
& \6 \+ { Q: @3 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l; ]& v% M( g8 R2 E5 G2 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) A B) m/ y. ~! a3 i8 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ~. |3 n8 J3 w; c" f. x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ D; F0 F% z* k5 g1 ^, _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# @# u# b! r2 F: U4 U, Z& N( t2 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; L. l6 ^) ]3 |0 \& ?; AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # M% t; o0 Q2 T4 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 i1 G, ]% E* u( C+ m7 h& tBut I could have told you, Vincent, - F. c* g4 C* D2 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 L& _* x; F7 a. N, m9 U0 M1 @
K7 ^: \: }2 G/ y4 P( ~1 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ J$ n" T* ?9 L" c0 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 f. q" t S( D' [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, b0 @2 \* j$ W Z+ ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, [" e- y# {8 e/ W* E5 s/ V/ p1 b3 k
How you suffered for you sanity,, ]6 A+ H% p. Y# m! Z2 k6 {
How you tried to set them free,
! G: `* u; U4 j) M+ v' BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* d/ p- W" N1 ^) u5 Z, k6 Q( H" \Perhaps they never will. |
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