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( R4 Q. @+ m2 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 r& H1 I4 C3 J- q3 f* L2 c/ T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
D/ Z+ [6 g. s! t6 d6 G+ r$ b1 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& K5 e1 p, E" D' ~9 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . j5 {9 J7 n% ]" [9 a# w; S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 g! d+ L9 K7 R+ ]# Q+ `* ]1 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^' w& \3 y$ W) s- mHow you tried to set them free, ( m6 z2 B) |9 r* `' M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 o4 y& b* M$ a3 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 b) C" M4 z2 N3 y3 ~, iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ f/ t& n1 ^" L4 x. [" _' X7 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 Q+ [1 s' I) ?) KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 y* K4 x/ k) u, Q5 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 _. Y, h+ B+ b0 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- e) O9 t z( b; bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : _! n1 L0 D0 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, " @. m6 f' h6 ^/ j6 L8 M+ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' B @" G( e0 B( c6 ]; p- P
8 J& [ z, F+ z& R6 a6 g* `8 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , I1 B3 n- S% ~4 Y4 [# V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# K) x* F8 w1 C: b$ _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 R w( l' M, l* z- I& v4 c5 g( h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" o+ z: K& l$ r4 x/ y% ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + m! X' H- J8 u/ [
How you suffered for you sanity,, M3 q8 [/ I& J- T
How you tried to set them free,
, K& C Y) l* cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# U) `8 f$ J1 S: p7 q$ ePerhaps they never will. |
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