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4 D) O; L2 R' o' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + [' `% E; b% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' X6 @! ~8 g# B7 t% {3 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 V" r' Y3 ~- \! @+ p- _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: U3 w e$ Q, }8 G! @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 c, b, P& i1 i% ^2 m% g! [How you suffered for you sanity,
6 H+ h* H5 N3 O# rHow you tried to set them free,
- d+ q& D/ l/ g+ ?- b+ j2 U" l8 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % x) ?- C7 m( k B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ q1 _$ q/ q7 ~& h' a. l" |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' j# B: q3 Z5 J) |1 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y6 Z- k' |) f7 Y
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,
' w u$ q: Y2 G C0 m) k3 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / z0 C: G0 K- [* z* N& }$ q" P" {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 q9 |8 Q% \1 ^6 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 z$ a' b* w: T4 `" PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % N- ^1 N0 L, H: z: S6 [
, s, z7 G- q6 O2 H2 ~4 v6 m) uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 f& R5 f$ F& T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ P3 n9 r, {; ]6 B& x" [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& D$ D: K0 o9 V. ~) vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / [, ^5 \' v& R# U4 [0 [
, x8 w: d# r) l/ h- fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& S3 [5 e$ w* i: N) I6 z! aHow you suffered for you sanity,) Z% f9 l$ X, k4 ^1 b5 {, ]
How you tried to set them free, / C/ [" ^1 z# m6 A/ x; g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 y8 p4 Q& y- x, P/ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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