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0 b7 \" @+ _( ~+ W8 v+ z9 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Q2 P4 }" J! I5 ^4 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 t9 i! g1 O d& P, d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* n M y/ S d. k" D% V; \' _3 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' L' p5 K$ i, a" H/ ]$ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- L# [; \ ?# EHow you suffered for you sanity,
& @' k _" [$ D) m! y" ^) P0 [8 W; VHow you tried to set them free, ; M2 i7 Y! @2 B+ u. J! b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ? S5 w# a7 O+ w* e7 O0 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 v7 H0 l( _" P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x. }( ?6 r# t/ i! Q; L% T5 L- [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) H: V3 f2 v) |: g8 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 w) @* k P; j$ K) Y
4 g h5 A( ^* R* y4 c, t2 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * v/ ]2 F. E0 B3 g; J* c2 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 |& g! |) S% ]) D- G. uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 [5 v I# [( R1 V" U" R" H" o& FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: C7 {% ^ `5 l7 q: wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 V1 S/ C' }; v! [# |4 Z+ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 R1 c& a/ l; d3 n. } h5 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , p( ?$ N2 c* C" |* S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |% i; R- J9 _' x4 H
9 S$ |3 V' d1 Q% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, @1 q$ z4 _) _- W% ?1 W3 W9 {How you suffered for you sanity,
( Y) q) u6 ~6 h4 p7 pHow you tried to set them free, ( \% V0 ^8 N, z2 Y; E8 d7 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 R3 R$ {" j4 C3 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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