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6 T3 b* a1 _+ ~4 D3 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 h$ d3 @. E0 `+ n6 i @3 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" j z$ I. K) E* WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* f9 p2 g" V Z N; c' y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 K+ l5 O, R) c( z! q3 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^7 J' b, Q4 \& B" }+ N6 Q& Q) mHow you suffered for you sanity, ( S: i( _) }' w; A: b& m
How you tried to set them free, 3 u- ?& ]# F& ^5 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. e# y" ~$ V, P( h4 |: O6 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% b+ y* a9 _' S% V9 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" {- [: F% P( W( z% H/ ]- {5 ~ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! z9 m, p/ B3 R6 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % W! n- J# q$ |: n- a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ ?* N+ o2 L) n! w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 e4 F0 @3 J; \6 h7 k) l) z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 v" @4 C7 M d# ~; |8 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( M! l+ L- P0 s9 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 O; c( e4 ?. z+ c+ L
( ~0 ]- r- b! B, l! u |: ]. J4 I" Q) u3 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ?: F2 Z% h3 R$ n* B/ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 F2 K8 H9 M' I/ ?' y3 A: X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ i8 a2 L& b& W2 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( X+ F3 S/ a1 I T/ \) UHow you suffered for you sanity,
: Y ?7 \. `0 z, v \How you tried to set them free,
, R% |) {) a4 N" c% ^/ BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" {/ z! X0 _. O- DPerhaps they never will. |
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