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3 O+ ^1 @7 ~. q# i+ g9 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ C! _4 o3 M6 [. `. ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' h: [9 x) S3 D i5 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' O" H {( M* b- M( i3 L+ oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ?6 F. B+ N- T+ f, O& _" Q6 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) v; W/ T% N8 `+ S" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 l- c% q5 }. N* W5 ZHow you tried to set them free,
2 |% T _5 l; j' ?1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 r) b* @- y) _4 R* O; r4 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ~ b. T6 J. {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ~ x# G4 g# jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Z5 s F; V. u# t0 ?# J9 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. N k6 Z9 y7 U, b
: K5 @: f V7 q; P. B: x. cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, @5 D! h! N; j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 E( Q- L$ u! t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " C) x$ U! @% {8 F1 C, R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& V; s' a) \ hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& j3 @4 |- y. K3 F/ fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( \1 J; H5 v8 U' [ x" I9 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ]2 W; B+ {4 m% P# DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# w8 o6 f6 E. w$ I# G/ O9 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Z5 [* W, m4 y7 d5 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- {5 ] d( j% }How you suffered for you sanity,
. q0 {: E) i2 g! h+ h8 B! S, ]How you tried to set them free,
/ F% c) S" d4 n( f. _- fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* S( v; _' B! T( b7 H% U5 j& VPerhaps they never will. |
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