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: ~7 V! V( |0 R/ J+ |' rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # _ H1 C' X- t. ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Z: q: J9 M* I% g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! T. v4 o) U# |" j: P, SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & v. S& c# d) \+ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" A/ z2 ~2 G# R7 @1 V A5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^: R5 l R" L0 ?& b Q- wHow you tried to set them free,
+ g; }; c) e& eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * X% }6 ]! _9 j U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 F- O, A; z" `5 c; NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; H1 p! b( n" }4 G0 N! aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# L/ A, ]# V5 e2 r2 `( g. D, ^/ y& zWeathered 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,
8 I8 w Y+ e0 \0 e: D( R1 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b. S* `% F/ J9 q, y0 F9 l! Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 `7 L3 w0 {1 j6 C% E
But I could have told you, Vincent, + `, ~) \- C# U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : X) p6 O# U6 ~1 }' V
; \' j1 r z) A0 k1 U: ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + m, q/ I- Y8 s) G. m/ w* M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A3 H3 @& H, l2 h8 b+ t6 w+ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 k" u; ~1 p' t5 |; i dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . i8 d) v1 U9 @
- u0 a/ }% P" W ?( h) LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! {$ ]; }4 D$ B5 \/ P: v9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,9 j" L: q2 f0 N* h& y. x
How you tried to set them free,
7 D! b" z2 O' H: P/ O& S5 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ?: f: s) U9 \4 B9 R0 |2 rPerhaps they never will. |
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