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* ^0 W1 ^8 {3 ?; oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + g% j3 c. _) j9 e% o! v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Y5 Q1 g6 R* w/ j( o) L q4 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: z& e) v7 ^8 e* J% t' x5 M5 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 P& {( L- V9 q9 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 y- L# w- N+ c- l
How you suffered for you sanity, ! f# H. A+ S4 \4 Q1 d
How you tried to set them free,
7 }8 N' T0 x0 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* S& n9 B2 O. \) x* O$ V7 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - h! x3 c" T0 D1 _! u3 H4 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , K1 n; i5 C/ \# p, K& s) W/ n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' w2 L G4 Q: u" F. {1 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 E( g: W Y9 I( H( y7 l6 I
, m# K4 p( k* E6 X, ~, sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 S; n$ ]7 H7 Y' K; I1 \/ y6 U* ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 P! p k9 y% Z: @* ^" B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . P5 n N/ \4 D5 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 g3 E$ C% }( j. s4 z6 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) W/ u' k3 |5 {8 Q8 Q% z; SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ G. ^; y; s) }0 ~2 r& ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! z' D1 ^/ r9 t; c1 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* v2 p& J! u! c0 e: S6 H: WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 m- S$ c k/ l- F/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,! o" i& f& N6 C) `9 t! k$ U
How you tried to set them free,
1 L A9 {5 l0 e! ?" UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; y5 B& B1 G( X5 D3 r2 d, mPerhaps they never will. |
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