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# Q8 K. k2 Q: a, GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . o( P: K5 } o1 k# Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, Z" K" @/ T- B. y3 A7 c/ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( A$ [" U; a5 c$ a" h4 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . P% s) M) X6 L% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' `' C( f- N0 a* J2 V9 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Q6 w2 }# `1 ]7 v9 XHow you tried to set them free,
$ i4 `8 Q9 T O( i2 w) R8 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
}- o! o1 O* T6 ?+ m" C5 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " h+ E( N# M# \' e2 T" `* O% N6 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d+ P" e/ Z6 S' K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. b |) Y6 i. D" j! y1 t$ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ |9 f4 d* J. C9 Y# U, ] h0 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, _# Q% K$ j& d+ l3 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 `. h, s, F# z) X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : a7 g: e4 w7 m* ~" o% ]1 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, - | W a5 i3 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 `( ^0 d- g/ k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) C& F. f% `+ d L8 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 I# O( ~. ?8 s; k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 J0 r: w) I/ D% @; j1 {, V4 \: qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; m) ?2 x0 P$ F/ {! B3 x7 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ C$ a* q3 m R: SHow you tried to set them free,
, b) ] `. ^1 P: e- E& nThey would not listen they're not listening still, % `) U+ G4 P; x8 H: D H% i. a
Perhaps they never will. |
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