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5 I: a4 n5 i- T% g0 f F; W0 u6 s+ {; nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . F* |- ~3 Z! U# f7 p/ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ~: w4 y: O$ o$ z' t8 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: S5 m: J! B$ j4 ?" W- kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ W6 Y% N2 Y6 V5 Y) e. t: WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 _/ e! g5 k; z8 O, @+ W& P
How you suffered for you sanity, / ] ?6 |4 x0 E" ?8 ?/ J4 y
How you tried to set them free,
% \0 r$ v) q: \( f$ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* l2 y. T, @1 S+ v& z9 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 \* A# A# K. T; }* V5 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ? V# }) p1 o; n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + U1 Q4 u! z, I* M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " s8 q; h6 g3 r
; Y0 e# z' H8 d. M1 T4 L; ?4 `, g6 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ T$ A" {$ s) }* iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 O) C0 a1 _9 D. `6 E+ \9 g) I- n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 M* G# A8 V- T+ G, DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ U( P+ ]! l7 g: B9 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 e6 K' s/ D, L: uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : M4 A; m+ l7 ^$ K, x% J( [: q; s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T' K9 X( `, P uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 a% c/ n/ } \5 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . R4 v* h2 k& m1 _. n7 b* a! R$ A8 I8 J. o
How you suffered for you sanity,
; G8 d) e" q( O8 T% X% k6 CHow you tried to set them free, 0 r6 T6 I$ ?% \- O& D' c3 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, b; @, S" k* v, U8 E* W" w! e
Perhaps they never will. |
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