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* V' D( Y) d& u) W' a, a3 M9 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 T5 _/ n; E6 M7 H2 v4 p8 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Q ~" w! \) [; |0 l) N7 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 d6 V$ y/ R; ?5 m; X$ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Y$ j/ f* k+ Z) L: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 r. j: m+ ~2 q: x
How you suffered for you sanity,
; H ?6 V: s w: tHow you tried to set them free, 1 A7 F' Q7 K* {4 o' j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Q% {5 m9 d- {; U% q+ R6 \& b) q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 b8 R& K8 b- a, u/ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& m3 \; ?1 l+ J+ T6 Q) b. d1 n, S3 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. X$ A) r& z: I+ y& Q/ oWeathered 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, * q7 l1 X: A! h1 f0 R# W7 O s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
]" ^3 A) e- T: aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 b. l- \ O/ q T& I5 L) y! F3 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, % z$ ?) Y! p7 X' {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 z* Z# I0 Z" {9 c
1 R3 }# P: ^$ I( x, x4 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) s# V& h3 X; s- x# E5 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 I% E4 l# i" ?9 A2 P$ |7 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^1 H. K0 k5 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 W- k8 z" H5 K2 j" r5 u6 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ^& @* y: K+ S2 ~5 a, [0 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 U* f; Q- m+ t# L o. O CHow you tried to set them free, 4 a0 D' [) U+ ^9 w% v# z
They would not listen they're not listening still, / A/ G0 N. t2 I( z4 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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