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- x2 p$ n5 {, A' G# F' ^! `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ?; j% J" E. x: w; bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 k; U% S5 e3 Q; H5 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& D3 v( Z7 @ x! v+ ^0 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 q& g. V- f4 s( u; A' iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 a3 g+ t/ Z( W% _5 M% Y
How you suffered for you sanity, A' G& g- o! m
How you tried to set them free, ' x5 q0 M/ k8 k; H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , C0 k8 z! c! T, r% i5 Y: P+ O9 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 p" h. }: a$ i! z! G0 B" lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' a B, B/ R6 G: U9 `8 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 X2 ?9 c$ o, m, t1 j# e- W6 HWeathered 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,
) h/ |" Q8 y. \" r+ pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 P$ c# D# H* f# P* F9 n' b# \2 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - ?- [9 N O# i4 B+ L* x8 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 C0 Q: a& o8 Z, DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % V( E" d( p" w6 S7 D( F
/ V4 n& K) y4 T3 d# G4 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 j1 b$ S, ]% P( O2 R x8 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 h+ K" k8 N9 b; Y7 b" ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 r: z8 T; B( I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , x( }2 b) x; D. p, a) Q5 @6 \( _6 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 g. [3 b3 h9 u: C3 y$ E7 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
& e! b3 o. J6 d1 i/ E/ C* lHow you tried to set them free,
) F9 U) Y, v7 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, + C4 g8 _: e3 D% k! q: l) X& ]! a7 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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