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1 t" h* x% d- g2 g4 f% p: u& t. MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ Z' F/ h5 d/ ?5 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 B% I, J% j! @! r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ~& m/ P, y2 w7 Y- z% uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. `# i/ {, e1 P! D3 x. I- r: ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _( q- s: c, H* }/ d9 P$ KHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 e" w" e. M0 F5 r+ n
How you tried to set them free,
1 j! h4 t3 g% k0 G1 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ^' A7 T& }$ C9 m; E7 w V1 R4 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 o2 n; _6 n$ k4 N4 Y' W0 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & B9 y5 m" z& U$ J0 h$ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 q- o3 i7 @9 j) M# r: J8 B- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / E2 ^: ~" T( |# K# A9 o
; l, }) A( ]- }" V# iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 r) b7 f; `1 N9 e' ], H( xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: x* }1 `; o7 l/ I6 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( h9 P' |" _ o6 ]. {' k( _
But I could have told you, Vincent, % _. n5 J' K8 t- V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
m, E5 {" k' o, o8 J aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Z' }& i; o7 r P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. }# Z1 G# s6 J8 N( E1 `# FThe 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, ' P" e: A# M- l3 G" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Y3 T: a6 \+ D SHow you tried to set them free,
+ \. c' v( q# I& t+ D# B& S( WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( s& E- N0 f- C) \8 qPerhaps they never will. |
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