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% v1 Y" v* W f. C6 {$ G4 a2 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - X/ o6 ~) @( ~3 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: a" k: @* g+ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ]# `* G; i* k5 q* |, U1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ e* |- h+ h+ |+ U" Z- NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: t* Q& O0 m: w/ X7 l8 Q5 X3 MHow you suffered for you sanity, ( W4 G2 y9 Q# c" `' m: e2 T" u
How you tried to set them free, ( o& N* n) H4 }' a+ P+ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 O0 E5 @1 h G7 {8 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" G7 V: b$ s; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 b0 e, c4 x8 F% l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : W/ |' l& `, l+ y) g! _4 E# h; ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' ~8 J0 |2 t% i4 Y& V5 d- D
3 N1 f b4 F& ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " u# I7 k/ B# G4 D: W+ ?/ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! I* M! ]9 B8 ?% t0 A- i5 f+ ^, B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 w! V$ s! n6 t5 i% t3 F+ O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- R9 W2 ` `* T& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * Y8 M. A6 f0 B8 ~$ R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% H' r* C/ ^: f' P/ o9 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 _* `+ Q* y( {+ t6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 u I0 |9 M$ F; }! t' J- A ~& A1 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 b0 z( v3 _+ G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* S! g( S& t/ N/ o5 uHow you suffered for you sanity,( [% s3 Q! a) v: c: f) t. K; D
How you tried to set them free, - l0 q) B ]" d( N2 P5 c; ]/ X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; H2 f. N# {+ ^$ V5 C! Z5 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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