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5 a' M" `* m7 E; bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . \6 L1 Z. u0 I U! z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & P5 t0 S' B7 _6 @+ }9 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 C6 U- }8 p. z- b! o& c- LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 o, g/ {" K: K$ a6 R5 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 O8 a3 u4 B: @6 s. V( K8 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 d4 H* C& m% r) P3 a0 C
How you tried to set them free,
0 O0 [: y) l" k- F" q( GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 A, V) r3 o, S/ H1 d7 O$ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( D' O4 W+ f5 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Y# e& I+ m% L7 |. k& t' O: R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Z1 `0 L3 l( ?, ]" ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 A8 U4 s/ `9 P3 I* B9 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* y: {5 U# q( |+ U0 p3 [$ m- jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w# b, R7 i7 S, z8 H: W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. ~& p7 R& N: O x7 H) v# sBut I could have told you, Vincent, A5 h" J, k7 Q( _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - M0 K2 W: U. R4 `1 h
# G$ H* ~# x1 L+ a0 x4 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" f: f" A" h. G+ R, {5 E# aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K* ~ T. U7 n. P! H, z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 @# Y' w* x0 F2 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) E3 W) `! ?# {; y* y) z" I( V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 s2 [5 U5 {. O$ W& b
How you suffered for you sanity,% P8 P" p& y. A1 Z, i% y
How you tried to set them free,
# b$ j2 n# I6 C. c: `They would not listen they're not listening still,
& X [' y: Z0 x4 x; \: J0 I+ q5 \Perhaps they never will. |
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