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4 [5 p) I7 |3 w; K# Z3 Y' l% |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ G# ] P ~6 P8 P& K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 A& \$ |9 e7 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 U9 q4 T2 g2 \7 s; f6 R6 B. [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ^7 {+ j$ [$ Z/ K: F: yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 i2 o) c; o. U. i6 `9 S& l$ `How you suffered for you sanity, 1 m; N- }# |0 q3 a
How you tried to set them free, ( U' e9 S" R u" K" l2 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # B& i- q2 @& @: X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" Q* k/ v2 f7 J3 `1 x# OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * y+ l3 |" Y$ H C4 R8 Y4 F+ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : Y6 v. r" F% U: a! A% ^ Y; B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k4 D" j5 J+ m" o
0 s& m' v5 n0 W( |9 l1 r9 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 @/ W) W' z; x' A9 g' G( M: ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 c5 F, ^! f! q/ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ?0 v+ e' H$ E, |1 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 j+ M. a g& v( V& G$ [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Q6 E4 F. o$ C) M _4 i" u1 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; F- [+ l3 U/ F# SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 P* U) \/ @# m( z* FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! J) f, D0 B, S% W7 }+ s: _" ]* Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 M7 K. B8 v. Q# }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* e* V9 [9 G+ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 c$ y: O6 W. vHow you tried to set them free,
# s! r! q# @' S$ O2 b! cThey would not listen they're not listening still, " d# ], p8 W# P5 S1 j' I
Perhaps they never will. |
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