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* C5 r! `( P# A8 L- G3 w$ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 _* s1 g5 t! w- L6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 u8 Y5 A$ v4 `+ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 W. B9 p) r/ o: s" C6 E! h$ j$ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * \* w) X& f* y4 _6 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. E7 ]$ O$ a- @3 x, c2 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
( c8 h6 h5 y1 L" QHow you tried to set them free,
5 Q& z' V" t u9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : z6 v- T$ z7 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" E$ |" P. W5 s/ USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ x1 [* z- Y% |& c; @& R) {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 i5 s4 a \8 ~5 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E$ L! _9 r4 V/ G; _) e* q2 Q
$ v* j% D, ]% U9 y5 U3 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 T1 p+ A( h3 D' O- g8 x# ?4 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % G M$ _+ L2 ~+ T0 C8 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i( R: b- b6 B8 x3 X( [! cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 s% O' K8 D! {, L4 _/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - G {& U. w) M* ^4 d0 H2 ]
2 c$ v, y" V+ l4 E% @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% f# p" Q7 B7 W# VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 i$ a1 s7 P! r4 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' }9 h+ K- g- H8 E: ?. h& VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / O( @: Z2 A9 h: h3 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + l: c& g& P P3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,% d* H# {' ]2 c- V$ |& S0 S) D( b: b" s
How you tried to set them free,
/ N/ ]7 _9 o/ O' Q$ @5 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, " L1 Z$ U/ U! d6 `( o+ s' w6 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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