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1 Y, g5 X3 e: F. I8 {5 {' JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 u# [% T9 V/ z3 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: N8 N( J/ M/ {+ }- ` L& s* F0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ C! ?+ n3 _4 a( ^" J) h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; K, S; i( R3 C/ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, H% V1 n9 d, q& { ?- h8 R" EHow you suffered for you sanity, * I8 Q/ ]0 y5 B" s: H& |9 z
How you tried to set them free, / s- u# K+ ?: c+ L) `; _ ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 w: F9 P) p% t; i: {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 |( M- @9 i* u" W, M3 k" I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 b4 p$ ]- O+ r5 z; G0 T9 G8 f) `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : z1 `; C( |- a, J2 W" ?( ^2 v* I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 g5 A4 `. O* ~) X
0 h: C n9 F2 _+ c6 [- g- T- FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 s I% e$ w% N9 _9 S( ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! U, A: J$ I. W7 a/ u8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Q( s" j6 P$ S/ }+ tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 }9 e" O8 o$ l0 O! Q5 b$ r; J$ }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ^# b$ t; ~# C% x2 _6 I0 L, E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ?" y3 r' H) G# qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ J6 Q/ [8 E9 \% L% M5 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , @! P* V P! Y: a; ^( q% H5 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - g y! C( E( T4 ^3 B( F
4 z# ]5 W; N; L( wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' r9 { X6 X; ?" d7 \- a, zHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 z) X( \+ s& }7 J. cHow you tried to set them free,
0 H, V# {7 U) X& c" qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 a }) s7 a) x
Perhaps they never will. |
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