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/ a6 V) m. G. p2 M/ O- v, EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' U" \# ]9 m6 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 d4 z0 p [+ ^& f0 M& b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( z6 X* Z6 B+ d! a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ^# W: D, T3 ^3 t% T2 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- i# t* T7 s# L1 |' Z( IHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 A; Q* z4 C( |
How you tried to set them free,
: D( S6 ~0 j6 f/ F; B! vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : ^3 ]: G! H* s/ B7 [+ x: Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 z' F' r t- \" y/ wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , Y" {9 {0 _; v( w& C% d$ L% w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . C, w! v0 Z) I& M
Weathered 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,
9 U) `: D/ O0 D0 V, D! yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! i$ e+ {' \3 q0 z. _: g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - l2 M2 V5 b- a7 e: T V6 {/ B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! d' i" h4 I+ rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 H( D; y A t5 H3 c! S+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 {& a8 b1 ^2 V1 m# h G" U# ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' E; m2 y. a3 n+ ]1 ~/ i& ]- ?, q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 f' r8 Y0 V. ]$ T4 C& D8 j
1 w s3 h4 z" W( `/ \3 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " [% {0 j, B: _% V) m1 V
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ]' h! H; u7 B2 ?3 Z" j& K0 w: t
How you tried to set them free, 2 c4 p1 p; Y0 y! U, a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 D2 w) t$ F# \' t3 B& h$ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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