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6 u" g- Q6 c5 F" PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( L, }) k3 D6 e; O P8 E5 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 b: Q2 b" L& R& K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ a% \+ L- p2 R3 ]2 z0 v. I: I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " F. K/ B8 I) N8 J( ?# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 T2 R1 y, R0 @& o' Q; I4 P! VHow you suffered for you sanity,
& j; c K! |- [: W, O; CHow you tried to set them free, . a8 b3 \+ ~8 `" y- |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 [/ m8 |7 q5 Y" ^) L: fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- x: M& q6 C- c2 E+ H6 d7 D3 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. n; [* p, h, R) Y; z$ @& Q& w) }& hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 B M# G# N- m) W8 H5 R
Weathered 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,
/ m% ? ~0 C3 Q) w, y4 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & z) q5 g% M. j8 K$ O7 @/ F2 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 V. z3 N: r( a( r# x1 i4 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 y2 G* e. S0 K3 w6 `( a9 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - D/ {! P" {+ d& S5 v6 c. N0 y" O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* f$ A# I) D* _& X# S l m0 x4 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g& R- m5 a7 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. m5 B- F8 ~, L) f5 @' y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # X% m8 A$ W7 V% i7 L: b
How you suffered for you sanity,
g) K4 u' S9 C& i' jHow you tried to set them free,
2 k# ~- k* s# b. H- ^ ~/ A2 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, . m" Z! o( }( X, K/ Q4 j( c7 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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