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- b' e, u) c i( }, M: \7 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% P# p g4 j3 e; Z+ [6 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
P; L# @4 H3 I5 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 @) q* n- [8 ~. [4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . |. k G: i) B3 ~$ t, I% @: v" ]( M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 u$ p0 Y! i) V, B* g: z( v# QHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 b- @4 q# Z9 w% t
How you tried to set them free, * Y# B: f% e/ ^' N% ?& ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 }1 d! X5 ^$ S# A6 a9 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 D# U8 K x: ~! O9 A) e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' [1 M: {0 Z0 f+ N" x, B$ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' X) [- t( W& V7 P) S; \- G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 _/ j+ M/ B! A0 N, z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! d- J' S2 ?8 H! ]" x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ?4 F" H5 Q/ O3 B% V/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 F6 g1 K/ s5 y `But I could have told you, Vincent,
i6 U) k d1 P- c, Y" xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \! E7 q$ O" Q" f! _! c. o
! q* \& u+ c5 T. ~" f$ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 g2 W9 m" J$ Q) k @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 u5 j- X. h& ?. ^6 l/ J) F u& nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: q, o" ]3 o5 \9 t% T, mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' n, \) G6 m0 `2 X( \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 {, T. J1 B) o: f5 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
: _8 u: q' t' w; D7 kHow you tried to set them free,
8 [- q s, V0 l7 N" wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 v8 ~2 ~7 ^! dPerhaps they never will. |
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