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9 i" q% f' h! M0 m0 I+ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o' m& N. D& v2 P# R8 A; dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 s. `2 H- Z- D% \) |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; S( U4 \8 x" `) f& H* A4 x# M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ^- I- F0 Z& ?: ^% cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N" L4 l1 t7 U0 h. KHow you suffered for you sanity, : S: X. B& Y' ?: e' N. u
How you tried to set them free,
- o' S; O, A8 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 g; o" X p* D$ Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : U3 G h3 H! g7 @" S4 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ]- q/ a1 {" @7 g3 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ?& H- w; l0 k5 a, |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,
4 J+ g: c" f% z( [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . C) I+ g' p4 X" P* E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- y( N0 a" l" f6 I, r; J# v$ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 R( `! u0 p& Z/ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' e+ F8 n$ L/ u* T& e1 I" c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . @! Q& J' r. I: M, \5 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 D2 Y0 ^) M7 V0 G% K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! i; V& U, }/ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " b. x! r2 \7 r! C# M! X
1 `) i, r- O) d2 M0 p7 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 [' u: I; J" p; j; L
How you suffered for you sanity,- y" p: Z+ e0 A* X* h
How you tried to set them free, , |: w; B# k4 I8 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 `- T1 A. t" R; F$ d4 p' _
Perhaps they never will. |
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