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$ D& E, H2 E0 D5 x- u+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 m( C1 U* r& F/ y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 v$ |+ w( E# N( r5 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" S: Y' T8 u8 F' ?6 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! l! q ], j" X, F% l* |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, f `$ u# ]6 D6 W) n/ @
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 N% X' t7 t, Z6 i: f
How you tried to set them free,
# |, F( J9 ~" K3 x' Q7 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% {" @3 n% N; g. w; U! K( H( CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# t2 T6 K; N7 P E- _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 {& \6 K, V# M7 `, D6 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " Y' o7 N! Q7 f8 |) I1 v/ A/ ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% W% m2 L: t4 W9 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + W. c) w Z( R/ r! `% ~/ e7 G' M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; U3 W6 v, P2 c! \ G9 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ x+ ?4 n) q& QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& Y/ i( t, ]7 a$ M6 [% b. LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ s4 I, Y# B' r( d. pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. D. G5 d- K$ P" p0 I; o; N% r. KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 \6 x: I' q5 P0 J# |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N( p, Q+ k9 s' @; O& V* `
, M$ v. y' j3 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , f& x) C7 J0 ^5 V& a; G( y% Z7 l
How you suffered for you sanity,0 X; R d% K+ j% t- W
How you tried to set them free,
% J3 @* m9 D9 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 d! ?" Z" V; H! W0 ~* HPerhaps they never will. |
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