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- @0 c; {- J+ S2 @6 `; w) X6 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 q b; }1 u4 |0 j* ~% @+ k5 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ^8 z7 |7 t) t( uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 r9 P' K! M0 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 |" a$ U9 r; l1 `( R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 h/ {) ?- z. B+ h- DHow you suffered for you sanity,
) m% c+ P" Y T3 oHow you tried to set them free,
% D! e$ Y" W6 [5 h0 e. ~+ L9 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- a8 s9 k$ j# e4 E& _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. s0 \; {% u1 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: `& c3 o* \4 Z( f3 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; X, W! T% o, i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 E% T* ~8 Z& c7 Y: P
, f8 \# J- f: Q* Y2 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* g k4 q: @- [/ Z7 O+ k' W. e9 `- N4 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* y! ~% c, B1 W+ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, L& I( I6 i* I: p2 k. kBut I could have told you, Vincent, i. U$ c# O) Z9 P f% e: E: N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% w# R/ k7 r& r7 ^ |# WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! y1 [7 c9 h. h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T" z n( ?& I+ B0 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + x5 p+ r* l3 x: q2 f' E6 @( J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( w7 G6 B# `/ ?6 j+ w7 h; v
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 c* I: ]) n RHow you tried to set them free, t( M# S1 G, D e+ S; u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% S0 R- k- t# N; n! uPerhaps they never will. |
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