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9 o& j' e7 j5 I2 c& P$ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Y' G) j% U2 q; h; k" y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 a' M. E: Q u8 i: d9 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 D% B4 B: G6 z' G: a+ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
f5 H9 X8 [1 ~6 m; YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# {( H1 \& v- G, D m) A
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 O+ a5 Q9 d" u x" E
How you tried to set them free, 4 b1 L% @7 [: n5 t6 ]' i" a% }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & C8 E5 }- O; h* P [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ e* E6 I, ~- ^0 }2 S7 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 V/ _6 K" v( {( J, c+ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* [9 C7 f2 T1 Q$ xWeathered 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, 1 s a, E4 t }, h8 ^: _% M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 l- g& C, z. b% m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* P0 ]! r: D" K) BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 F t( L" b. D. s+ n: V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 }, p& c0 c/ H$ H- w4 o
+ W" ^/ W: d! y. V0 ^- _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 k. i9 u. `0 o* |0 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; X6 l3 f0 W" V) f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / u6 m" P1 |' P; C% z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( m! ]! |) @" Z K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ g) J( D! i; Y( F3 {* ^5 h% o0 Z! a) w
How you suffered for you sanity,) A' n: c" S: b$ D
How you tried to set them free,
5 S' A0 c; I6 w5 u0 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, . x/ s# m+ O! r- T6 Z `
Perhaps they never will. |
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