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) A+ U) | C' z; |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 p3 v; F w: g" T/ R( A" R! J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# F' g9 Z$ N& b( j' j" d6 D8 G0 X/ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 W- O& _; l( V4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . g. e% a) q% ?7 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ V. h5 v0 N1 L/ |4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K% Q7 s5 X& ~6 B% L+ LHow you tried to set them free,
7 s' B, o$ h# V1 }& uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, T ^ B! i* iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 W2 t, O" ^% G H0 c% E9 d7 o+ l4 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! f a& s& P c# K' D B7 W$ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& E" x+ ~( `& f ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Z1 i \! \/ {5 |% p. M3 A2 i& }7 N
8 S% T% d$ L- ]; ?. ` u S# GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 B; ?% J `* O! v" b; E. A3 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ?8 p, @9 j. k; C% \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # O! {- h1 d9 o: a0 M1 d3 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 m) l, S& g4 x5 A. Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" n+ p9 V! W5 @6 r t' cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 P" A& \7 V6 u% JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. H* }5 a2 [0 V; j- VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ?0 g0 X8 L$ `8 ?6 e' e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % j# o, O! H4 k. }
9 e- C& X9 i' D. w) Z/ p8 a: I- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' n. ?; g" o) Q8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
# O6 o* s% X E4 j3 _ wHow you tried to set them free, 0 T" o1 v: ~- Q5 ]) M1 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ C! w# H4 p& r8 y* L* N8 N0 k* GPerhaps they never will. |
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