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: w' z: c8 E2 n% s( y& Q" ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 }8 o& o2 E6 n5 n! i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # E2 H7 ]; }. X. y: W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! l3 c; O; t% H/ n7 C( K1 k( JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ` h9 ~" L t9 t/ h% b! S8 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# n$ b1 ~8 h7 r. f: iHow you suffered for you sanity, * n% I3 Y- I; c
How you tried to set them free,
2 E* W& A# g$ y d0 h$ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) A/ H, j6 \/ P/ ?3 ?0 T% ` R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * L8 X' d# ~- Z8 f0 `- U# c& `, _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # A; \1 w( X3 `2 l& h7 v+ g* j- f# k" v5 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 d+ j; z/ Y0 @, d: R7 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 o7 c2 [* w# |; ?, }
6 u* p2 T( @4 C1 b! rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ]" U" o8 @# |2 a$ m: d7 @) F- G2 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 O$ |4 R1 P' ]0 N9 \! VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& I% N# J3 B$ |- x2 F/ l( i2 o7 C! rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 p7 s& c4 h+ a6 h* CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Z: R* e {/ H8 s- Y2 p( T. F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 {5 P" o: q8 x+ ^; i- _6 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ^0 m3 K: o- `) V- C+ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . d8 O- ~# k; \$ }/ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / x6 @3 g7 D2 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ N m- w. g5 n. G. x! fHow you suffered for you sanity,
* \$ ` B0 [9 P, v6 p: b/ {How you tried to set them free, ! ?8 y) P0 M; i& y) v+ Q7 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' L1 ^4 C: H0 ~4 y/ _5 }) }, }Perhaps they never will. |
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