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0 p: ?( s8 c/ k7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; _, T; |% f& B6 i5 b% V' }0 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" S5 y1 Q* e! Y4 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' O& G" i3 Q- [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . z3 B0 x2 r6 U8 F3 C, q5 j; V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 U2 W, Q. t/ @How you suffered for you sanity, 4 f2 p7 f1 g/ N+ o6 G6 i0 w& g
How you tried to set them free,
' f1 _$ d# ^, t; A) E, d0 U9 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " H6 K: ~& L' O5 ~7 J2 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " {; X$ Z* c* l' K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + E/ P+ D x' J8 O! J6 R( N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& v& m+ s8 I' h- w- Q6 ~- v, EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( \4 d( F; K5 E5 ?! n2 ~( o8 q6 O
# z# `: S8 I; S8 b1 O1 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 b( \1 {* K9 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) S. l$ g# o1 y2 j& A5 ~+ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Y& d% b9 n/ C7 x7 V% u0 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) _1 B) z: S, L9 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Q1 a* O2 \( H2 G9 e& a; ]1 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ~( L' h3 j8 F0 P+ Q: zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 |0 p3 Q! a4 m* C" l' VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 N1 e+ n" J: `" P/ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) c7 ^7 x [2 {8 w: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + G7 @4 T G4 @ n
How you suffered for you sanity,; i7 {4 Z* v O( @2 O2 g" a' j% @
How you tried to set them free, % F3 O; J* s! ~4 T5 X) u. X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 X0 S7 f1 X) ^, v/ N) K+ TPerhaps they never will. |
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