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" l5 n3 D, r. g7 R" P6 y0 l! ^( YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 \' k7 e) o4 |; |- p" H6 z0 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 D, S* Y+ A2 U2 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 E/ E) k( ^% F2 ~( R1 u4 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # b2 ^, v5 z( Y; g; t4 Q- Z5 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 d. [& Z* P6 @ mHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 ?8 [8 U" d8 G& a" h8 e' `
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q! p% ~: Z9 ~: B+ s5 E# a5 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l% g+ u7 j, T' Q; x$ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - K: k6 @: H$ W! f+ \$ O" t+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 p2 ~ s* d HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + s- C+ m# @" `( a& N* M5 d" v; e! S7 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' F9 |" Z# K4 G# d% }9 [ YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * @, E. O$ P0 t7 B$ J7 Y, U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 b8 q) X7 D _+ m: m+ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 A* o3 R3 b/ ~! D* k1 z" P: q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; m$ o: c, r; A7 x& A \! Z5 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 a7 B% ^ ^! @- b7 W
( ?) T1 z, b, Z9 R" x2 E* Z' ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% z3 H8 Z; V/ k8 i8 I8 a) }7 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I: E5 h. P, `: ^' a& `2 p0 x( HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R5 e8 }$ t) b8 B6 t+ o" B1 S5 {The 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,
5 \ \, C: K: R$ u4 cHow you suffered for you sanity,4 y$ C& A1 `/ o" u
How you tried to set them free, ! D/ B9 N* n. ^( D8 f! w1 V# ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; K8 \: {& ~ b5 F7 k) j EPerhaps they never will. |
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