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- s/ G4 ?/ Y4 P& mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; v: i2 g; \: ^, y- ^. f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . `. v8 L( H$ S7 S& {8 M; c% C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* c& v& S: `/ w: b+ [, ?2 k, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 J) k( e' f8 h' v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" O2 g7 N7 D. n" G: l: gHow you suffered for you sanity, # b% o/ N0 \7 a# |5 u' Q- x
How you tried to set them free,
9 f; I% _$ ~* `8 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 r# n. x M ], C% kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ r1 g: v% t" j I" oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' @+ }* r9 s# v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Z& W* ?& L, s: f6 m$ p o5 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ @; F: Y: ~3 v9 |- n I
9 X k' [- I: j: QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ O# z( `5 x% D6 ?# [4 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 Q$ A/ h6 J3 O% H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 E2 P$ e2 F1 @3 O1 ?% K" `; Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ }" p7 A8 I; G, a* v& PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; H4 U# k# }1 f8 [1 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T& K+ I' ^3 u B3 f* L9 l# a3 g# JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 j- _! W9 u# v& u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 [8 ]/ n7 [# V3 L4 [' v9 ?3 h
' M9 ^' x! ~1 L) ~7 b' M& x% Z6 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 I" ]5 K+ S, P# M, M% zHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ~; C% K* `5 |+ p gHow you tried to set them free, 5 i- w5 @: ~ f7 r6 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% e8 ]- O- [& c7 Y9 w- \) D* iPerhaps they never will. |
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