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% P2 j) o4 u; {' `+ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 F+ q0 g) K$ ~; ^& ~+ n* X. k$ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ N# r7 |- h2 O+ g% a- [0 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% J4 g' x% E- g9 }" W1 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) m7 p+ i% i ^6 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# \$ p/ m* R1 q) f+ V& ^; b* B% k
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ l" F$ r! c2 @1 \9 [6 x4 mHow you tried to set them free, ) V1 s' Q/ L) d( w' n& O/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Y' X2 z' \4 f3 I3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " i. U0 w2 h2 @4 @0 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ^. o0 [/ G7 e) y+ g0 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ `6 ?) }6 F8 y9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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R {2 j" ?% R3 p" zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 D+ ~0 u" s$ t: fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' [) ]8 _0 ^# n# \3 G4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , k( o9 C: @& J! C0 f- u
But I could have told you, Vincent, * c. O4 V4 `8 A( |# E0 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # R% Z. Z2 v2 h6 Z5 e: ^' X
& H6 K" w7 f/ F; w* ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 m; ]0 y0 Y: ~( |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # `# o. i/ A# m3 V; Z) p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& T2 `! i* ?* r1 F7 S; _, U4 w- SThe 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, % }3 |! U6 x& N$ o. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
& r4 L" I+ {) [. ]+ R; nHow you tried to set them free, , q3 [' @; o I3 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 v7 N" n# {+ {. p/ }5 L. YPerhaps they never will. |
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