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% O- k+ @" x% ]( \5 i: QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 z, a7 |7 y2 k( RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b- p% V; n+ p. X: d* H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 _8 X2 I; A* d5 k, v' e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Q' o4 H1 K4 V1 `8 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) z; l* L1 s: [2 x2 w4 r! U9 x
How you suffered for you sanity, / ^- \! \& a* Y3 ^
How you tried to set them free, P8 j9 H( E1 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . K2 I/ `- Q6 \" Z5 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 i! m; i1 X& O& M3 K$ @: @- r& p) _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * N0 i( }3 e6 l8 O/ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J- k+ |$ @; I- ~( m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Q; n! N) p$ b& X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 A$ F7 }. c! v$ I2 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 a% m0 F9 R3 ^7 v& c; A& R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B7 X$ b4 V2 K- t p* h7 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 s3 q$ T# V0 D3 u
, @! b6 ]* T5 X4 l5 `$ ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) n( u1 B- J/ U0 Q" \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 |& o, z6 I$ n( v2 d- z4 |! b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; P( S0 p5 o+ U5 K4 `- e) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 h% I' d6 N9 y1 z7 [
# s& I4 ?2 C5 _2 \# KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' f7 c# B+ y0 Z2 i J- ~# BHow you suffered for you sanity," a. [6 B. q* z# v+ m, M$ |( ?4 U. p8 }- W
How you tried to set them free, 2 x7 p" r Y! O1 E# Z. h4 V) [' U' i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ]! f) Q" c' G/ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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