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+ S5 u8 ~- o- W* dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 e: P& D" B# D& a9 \$ w& {- R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, E$ f* d- z" n2 N4 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) U; M& V/ p! P9 P# ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & o s/ U x6 B% J/ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- C5 A2 c3 Y- E8 ~; _How you suffered for you sanity, ! A# ]! _1 d# F" p \
How you tried to set them free, & y7 |$ j* ^6 E: p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" d( H+ M! }0 r) X3 M# a# d; S' D! \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( w4 m1 A" R% ~, u( {) ^ h8 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c# j" I9 U+ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 i1 S E- b; l/ a; b2 s3 [) u# ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& y2 x1 X, p. G# f( wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 A2 P& n3 D1 m K) E- _6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ `; k0 i( z$ O5 I, y v+ yBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ ^# n# G# X/ ?: K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ _/ g. r8 i: |6 ]4 I9 ^: rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " I: S' \' t; T7 e a q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Z5 C$ {" j1 P0 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % S" s9 b8 l# Y' C [9 K, p& u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * b! ]/ {8 r% u) L9 h6 ]
$ g0 d0 C; P3 F0 \9 G F- q+ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ q' P$ d# ~6 |: K6 Z6 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 O3 I; D; s* K" AHow you tried to set them free, ; k# }* U: w: }( a8 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ?& Z& v9 E# U" ?/ OPerhaps they never will. |
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