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% o( L; q& s$ m; e; H" |: n0 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : G+ X5 r2 G9 M1 c7 c5 @' O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 h- ~- H4 ~: C+ N# Q9 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) O6 e( e c5 N2 b0 g) T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: k" l/ Q5 [( I+ O" j9 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 J, [$ b2 o, K1 l/ n% P
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 d) e; ~" f, T. [' P0 ~+ d
How you tried to set them free,
* m5 K$ C. D% s+ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' n5 H$ V n& h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 C0 s8 n& w! [! O1 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & y- t" I7 G) {" K; f9 _4 L) b4 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# j" Z& T5 M) uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . n( R. `& C) b, Q* ]
1 m F% U g) w0 t; Q8 N* b. R oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 n7 {3 S# V4 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' d2 Q' M! r) ]) B0 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % G {1 x2 O8 g+ K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! t+ s# X g$ I7 c1 ]$ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 n1 U# [0 ]& n/ @5 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 t: @5 M: G. C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ X' u% u/ \0 N, ?9 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ M f) U/ G7 m! o' ^& U% fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , Q# p; t, b( g' n. {/ l
How you suffered for you sanity,
- Z2 O) t& i" B6 JHow you tried to set them free,
6 Q* j8 z' X8 D1 _+ y0 U2 j5 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 @$ y7 z8 Y' g0 q, n# z5 EPerhaps they never will. |
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