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9 x! W" |; p2 _- OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * a$ s F# g/ w# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ]1 h q2 E9 _) L8 M9 V. J% V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, m0 v+ [5 w4 L' r+ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 I# I+ k# l3 y: x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* k1 T( h9 |" J2 O4 A" i8 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ W; i1 c9 o6 m; P$ KHow you tried to set them free, 1 l( u2 e! b7 E+ A+ Z/ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- C0 L- C" a% X6 |* _' v# h# f/ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 @2 I6 I8 M$ R# j: ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " G5 ^% D# I" `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / D! b. A6 D( r6 T z2 w6 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 p- D$ I7 T9 G X! I- K
+ I8 N* |" k) OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ [. z) h5 Y% Q9 t1 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 b+ w) R% O/ `3 O' C. R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . u- o& z. K3 d* I8 w6 D% ` z: P
But I could have told you, Vincent, / {5 u% V) z5 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / S8 G$ a1 h0 V* b+ m$ k) Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( R4 {! |& a1 p4 h8 z% Q& ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. b3 g7 K% p0 X( j; QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 s7 r, e& ~! o& r7 R. mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 U: h& {5 O9 |( v( J; `2 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ `' a+ C) z* O9 V$ b3 b4 lHow you tried to set them free,
! S. ]+ N' W4 z% ]' G. gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ~' Q3 \' l9 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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