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. I2 @+ F. L/ J- S; i# jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ~+ ]% C; d: O' [3 ^) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 b; ^8 Y! u( @/ g5 R9 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) I" Y; e/ D" \1 Z* Q6 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 \) G; u- z4 e$ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- v4 q& F! r+ m/ D, ?* w, THow you suffered for you sanity,
# z/ N0 u8 D) I( |$ {2 |/ T# MHow you tried to set them free,
7 y: X- O& C- PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; r8 ~4 \2 m' B$ J( _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 E3 j/ g* d2 s! pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & U, G G1 v+ i$ I3 d: C) M' ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & |) X* y. k( O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * N2 p7 U: x }4 R3 r* _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 g1 b7 V8 [# q- M, O5 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , j: q( A! A" @5 j; @$ e D0 N0 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 n0 K, a/ y/ a; w/ W7 y3 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 L/ J6 }2 ?( n8 Z d/ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & J3 X* P' V7 B# B3 a- {& w7 W
7 q7 a* g7 _( h$ j! iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- @* p# C( F$ x5 z# l& f0 {# gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ A# N* [/ E& P0 i# }+ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 N, {- z" f1 B: y" C* y* A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 J* u1 g% @% t3 g9 h# F
: I% Q5 h& q* X' B+ l9 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ^2 y% Z( L3 M* o7 @, c- fHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 b! p& }; U6 r3 G6 o+ tHow you tried to set them free,
6 \3 r* S" Y$ p: v) h8 l! uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- \& p1 s6 j3 t. ^$ gPerhaps they never will. |
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