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* h( m0 t: }3 z/ F8 ~+ L1 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 a) ?2 Q' V- f9 H! w# A3 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! n1 a* Q7 Y4 n! ?: U' gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 f) s8 H% y- T! S) iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ]* L$ B* L) i$ R. d$ A* V: R6 e: ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! l7 b8 @9 ^: U7 U8 q! y3 ? A
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 J. I& u W( i( {How you tried to set them free,
9 [" f* q' Q! t3 w8 } p9 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& B! T9 Y5 [" c8 p ~% mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; C" i' _ Y7 r" k) [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % S% Q- E& [. J7 E9 X* o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 |% D' [) g) x2 f+ X* zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 G- t; j8 I& g( @* z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 v; s' Z6 T1 y" H; Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . S8 b5 R9 a! l* z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! J9 ^9 b' y( |% R# A% eBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Z0 R$ l7 k+ K0 D! P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( v) k6 e* B8 G: oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ]* i8 Z; J" u5 J, t: eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ `. b, h! o: }& q1 u- N3 e D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 ], J5 r" e7 Z
, s+ L5 q" p& A N: ^* K1 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 x; ]* l% W) X" B6 b4 L. W% E8 u# z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" h' L4 \8 `7 y8 V1 XHow you tried to set them free,
6 e4 R9 H: }/ F" @: BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ H" o8 `0 J( ~6 c; P, T2 X1 PPerhaps they never will. |
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