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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
F1 e/ B# |- O! A4 Z. V* {9 `6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. n8 w2 s2 P6 S7 z: NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' @% t0 O* q: n# ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% L' q' e/ ^' }1 m6 q( s2 {6 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: ?2 J) x9 h* G$ r3 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! m7 b8 B: Y) N, t2 A$ _How you tried to set them free, $ m. g, D) S$ t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, r+ z4 Z6 |: P3 X# LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # |" I8 F& A( z7 P. d4 _6 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & v# p0 V8 S7 k4 S+ y, m3 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- n% f5 w4 Y, r3 D. E1 k6 l2 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 W4 Z4 h6 Y, N
1 c l1 u) m6 q6 A- }2 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: m5 Q3 m/ K; L6 f/ ~% B+ b) C. |6 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 T$ R- Y6 H+ P5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 X5 X7 ]# v9 I6 C' @
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! _) }9 Y1 ]7 L1 [4 V, x8 F/ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ z1 t$ {2 t# I- _* \* HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; H" [3 c. q6 ^' L2 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " i8 e$ I% H9 U& b9 @+ {" k; }3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" \" T$ }; m- ~0 J2 p7 i* i, CThe 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, 1 L2 E7 b: G0 A1 E& \# Y7 @+ C
How you suffered for you sanity,. S- k9 r, \1 n+ j: M& [
How you tried to set them free,
$ ^2 L, L3 N0 s! F: R4 P2 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, , e: J3 j8 V! `) b+ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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