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G/ Z! w& _7 n2 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! c! ]) Z. I! h( J+ {; F# P3 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 G& _, }/ x9 S' r WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# r; F! g$ Z9 W/ F+ H g: f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- |" v9 V/ U0 Z8 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
|% W/ I" }3 d; W. y; {# bHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 M: w8 L: c5 y3 U7 EHow you tried to set them free, - \9 ^3 T; M/ y) B5 V8 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, h, W. M* ?0 W9 G0 \% ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ~% R5 k ?/ Y5 c( Q- b; l; C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) v/ v$ W! F7 R6 g; `' j* }6 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Z8 g3 q" h: {6 v
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, , A7 d( E @9 q7 k- v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {" i2 k C0 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & D) o" a! d& D" n4 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, , w5 f2 i5 N9 }* f$ V: s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. n3 {4 U# c& j/ H0 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 G) J& L7 q* H9 q* J, }/ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: \' ?# [! Y9 o0 ~. dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # c, f4 T0 h- l6 i+ {
- `6 z+ i( Q3 }2 o, b- J6 K" u$ ?
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# Y. ^0 q9 T2 Y) ^5 [2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,2 v9 s. t" S4 @
How you tried to set them free,
, y/ W5 [. n, l. b1 W, gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, E0 f u4 j3 R6 ^% mPerhaps they never will. |
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