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3 r) b2 R( ^* F4 G+ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 R8 T1 {! o1 D/ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 A6 ]4 A/ g2 W0 e' F1 g$ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ m9 d& d, r" ?8 L4 [( k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R8 I, ]5 a( \3 O5 M" M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- {( x/ I5 b. I- e
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Y( d O/ v0 f* B
How you tried to set them free, 4 z2 d3 p. C# L+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ c2 T' N: C! `) |0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 n" ?9 Q7 w0 t# u- ~& d7 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 \/ Z. @. q! w6 N8 X$ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t9 U- _' c2 f" |: e. uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " W4 ]; j( o* \ f+ y$ _" N8 l% A, K e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . X6 Q" t8 M9 y! C' {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ w! L7 z3 t( H# _ d8 S R% I' ~2 C$ VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 c/ K. j& ]0 I$ w gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 R( x, }1 u2 ]# b0 d4 G1 \9 J0 p* Y3 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. y6 |3 V$ n; d# U4 l e
- W8 ~' i/ u3 e3 j) _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 |! A9 C& h7 H, _3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k* J& q* b, d! C5 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . j3 J4 R( m6 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 S q6 h5 \# |- y# G/ F
% j" S1 X+ n1 Y- K( X; f$ B& _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 A; W. I. \% L! d. f
How you suffered for you sanity,
. U, a+ Y2 A' z* f y! _: y7 ]How you tried to set them free,
6 V! c9 U- u: O+ T1 U: }# s" X p: ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
?' \+ D9 S8 M# `0 iPerhaps they never will. |
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