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B. F# y* o4 v0 `" oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; e' u" G# v; |' Q9 B" ]0 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " [, X) B( D; {; P" ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," `* u8 N) o: r1 K* f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( p7 E1 Z* _ e1 q& n3 u7 e9 X- W, pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. X/ [# q- P( J9 u% ]) M% P) gHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 J- `& r$ } X! m) `& v3 t. X. W
How you tried to set them free, 5 H" N0 c: I6 ?( n$ G: j/ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
V# ?6 r: j! U$ ~+ s2 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
i3 u: H& T. G' qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 C ^2 r& V/ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; p" A- ^4 i; v3 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! u" J7 D/ U8 z4 W$ [2 P: m' g
# q6 [( e( }/ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + H) o7 U3 K2 h0 n: p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. G; L0 h. i; W4 d9 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) N" C' h9 R7 t5 X6 i# V- |But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 k; |/ D: w6 x& t+ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + w, M( t- A% ?" _$ t0 C
# a' M H( e9 k% mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }% U0 O9 ~8 n( v9 d* F# B0 N1 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ }& k8 ~* m- ]1 `# {: q. [$ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 u8 N3 i& }& G. @! }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & \0 S5 N8 l- m5 m7 X1 W" J; T; F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! S7 v6 z4 n" ^) j& q( }
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~+ _ D# p: e5 i0 T2 |% JHow you tried to set them free,
- d; {4 D9 G) `$ I+ D0 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ X5 Z* ~ J7 M0 I/ hPerhaps they never will. |
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