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" D0 |' _, R# Z! _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 D/ q) }6 G: ~/ z$ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ]" Y: }4 m/ C. K7 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 E. J2 v" x: n# VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & H. u7 o8 }5 j) K) {8 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 z9 \% m0 w0 `& M' u% z( B2 P$ THow you suffered for you sanity,
! O/ n2 r. F; s6 V, f* L- X0 P: k& W9 uHow you tried to set them free,
- c2 J2 D# X! k- pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 C# M2 D0 s2 U8 i7 X* G7 [% L4 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 S8 L/ L' L T0 u7 x- E @: D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( N2 e2 d7 Y4 o8 f' R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / e" T ]( G' N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . y) h$ ^: K& F0 E. i# w2 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: q& ^2 @2 w9 d2 f5 H# ^/ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, ]9 [/ W S' W7 L$ ]4 [) VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- |' Q" O3 d3 U" v/ p2 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 `' P( F& t6 ]6 P; P3 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 n( [" b& [. R) H
[( K! S& i c* g% RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 x. ?: E! e |4 c' ]4 Q' PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ c; H) Z) L4 o$ c% J, C, N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ]8 ^. e* C9 K9 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : e( \' U1 {0 X% L1 b1 b W
( I8 f5 Q3 P* h- P, [8 s3 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 M1 K8 o( I4 L' `How you suffered for you sanity,
9 R: A" x3 O1 A$ g3 a9 I5 J( k5 JHow you tried to set them free,
3 b6 o v* _* o4 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: J( f) {, X7 G: L" t# G: J: aPerhaps they never will. |
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