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" q! I: P X) w5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 h0 b) c1 Q6 m) {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # c3 k5 f7 @, ]* S4 f+ f# z+ A( i; ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 _" P: A6 X- {9 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; X9 o1 O7 x5 j' x a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' p2 l3 n# t- U7 O7 u
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 X9 Y2 C2 A) m! F, @* C3 m q7 a
How you tried to set them free, % v' g( @; N4 k1 u- r# o9 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ]7 {' ^# M- y7 Q+ s* c% J: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 m0 c3 n5 \5 P" v% b/ g9 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B: L/ o5 Q7 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
i5 |6 i- j% y& S+ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Y) X- \. o. }: v
, D! `& t' _3 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 B# Y0 j% I, x1 p) i- D( o0 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 A4 c* i4 S+ J, ]0 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ W+ e6 l- I1 E& H, N. z2 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 T' i+ X6 t5 I1 W S, M kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 }# \! W+ V- O0 Z4 q( Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 r4 s# B W( h) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' g8 m/ R7 s% E
The 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, ! ^4 P5 C: `- x% z7 ] O
How you suffered for you sanity,' {9 k7 O+ S, b# [
How you tried to set them free,
( |' U0 F! I' n% GThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ^- k* W8 D' K& I$ i% y( V# f0 X4 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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