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7 z! @: P) h" x1 V" {) L' _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; L+ S# X, _) zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' l2 Z8 q% _# K8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& P0 e( l" Q7 v% Z/ {2 ^- p7 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 v! q6 y; ^# E$ P) d" A4 P% v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ?. N$ W c4 Y, `, b" xHow you suffered for you sanity, . K; s* A& T+ O" [
How you tried to set them free,
) f3 ?" Y; F4 l) K zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - R6 `4 r6 L1 X! k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # n; @- B$ c5 \- z( E+ p+ t3 A: t* c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 f: V/ Y9 w# B! a7 l5 d* T$ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 f4 l! W7 w4 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x$ E' @9 x! _9 L. |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @( x- M. _+ O0 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& |- Q% q# Z6 B& b' hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! \: {4 m- B5 F# S8 Q# I3 } H! hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 o7 o. u9 J$ }6 W& y$ o6 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 [- ~1 Q* N; h; ^3 S4 {. nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 S' Y. d0 G+ z* C) ` J2 M, a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d N* _8 A5 C. h' C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 I) l6 j$ K. A! x' S4 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - K3 B @' N) H6 g8 b$ Y T1 Y
9 v a. ?6 M& L+ H" t xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- E2 P3 t; i7 `) |6 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 w4 ]+ i) h# P: C. tHow you tried to set them free,
. `1 Q2 o7 N* {1 m) H0 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: R8 _6 B& D! ?: OPerhaps they never will. |
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