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. E+ n* r" o/ J- {; IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% h7 c8 `& d' d" b4 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Y1 K6 U. S; `, K7 B: M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 y1 m; X9 u' A& ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + j6 s$ u; S- m# ^8 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& l: @( _8 j+ b; _6 V
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 R: r" C3 `5 e
How you tried to set them free,
$ i: G/ R% O& B; p' L; X! j3 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; {7 p9 f' Z* Q" c9 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ G7 N! ]9 h5 M! k* k* FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 [9 E' q5 q4 Y. G' @7 G, G- y; ?0 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 K: q$ m3 q6 O- W1 P
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, ' z# R* h0 C$ I9 ~ M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
E5 ^" Y% N* `* \+ d% k p) iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 S. U' N9 A7 j4 r8 @2 f; b. Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 }! C/ n$ M9 E/ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) h7 t" k* X# S" v& E0 j" L2 l& Z$ y5 q
- ^5 M; L2 U8 P$ E( f* @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 j: _& U b; H/ y* {4 v9 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 p- {, a5 ~+ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 @( ]5 U4 C5 a4 j6 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / d9 @8 D( k7 s2 e U
/ ^* E. }0 K+ S z6 B8 W$ aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {& w) @) |% B. ]6 v- Q
How you suffered for you sanity,7 W( \" ]* O( f: ? J
How you tried to set them free,
/ W" ]" s" M3 v* qThey would not listen they're not listening still, . z, F, k: [) y5 b4 k, y
Perhaps they never will. |
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