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* i0 Z7 G# X3 T0 ~* QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 G, P' w3 ^+ e# i8 o+ S! LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ H: S- `" K8 F2 v* M. LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 {3 _0 ~' U4 L2 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & S1 q! @: C! L& r, W3 h0 n( h9 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ ^ N2 ~( @6 k5 _5 E( L# q
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 w9 v6 |/ O6 _
How you tried to set them free,
- M _! f x1 W$ `5 y) H9 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . @6 H* P. `& |' `; m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B1 V3 ^: a9 }$ O$ r) b% zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( w' m C# }+ q2 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
F5 z7 F& O' t% Q+ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 F" L, H9 h, }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Z2 F6 Y: F: U# r" S3 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 N8 O: a7 X) t0 q% \- i7 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) P8 B! C# V: \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ^& j1 E$ p* ]2 R1 s: f# i' p
1 f$ ~9 r8 i/ u; X, w; eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! E' n8 O% ?' v2 z7 _" S; ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ k# {8 Y1 Q6 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 @" _# O$ L4 Y b7 n: N+ WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 i1 r" x: P% B# R
! B, j: A$ Y4 }/ M0 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- J) \" A. g; _! k! {, A' w' MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 n$ ]0 Y2 i$ @; O; b) ]How you tried to set them free,
( k7 Y5 m" g+ A4 ^/ [" UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 P) N5 f/ ^: _( s$ l- E- y1 BPerhaps they never will. |
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