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( b1 v1 K2 d( i: OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; F* s! P# e) U$ i' O4 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - D1 L. ~7 G: L/ m$ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* n5 E; D3 C/ `6 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 h2 M- z% d; w+ ~) x* ~0 y+ kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! I# E6 F' S9 f
How you suffered for you sanity, - m% p! \5 t @, o4 t
How you tried to set them free, 6 [. L# R) r+ I, Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 [) _! O. w+ `; b* w4 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^( E3 v+ |5 m( g% z& ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Z4 s- Y# K8 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & L7 R- {8 p9 C0 n" Y! a" ?5 K2 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / H7 V0 c8 L7 v4 i* h$ ?7 l4 f; r
0 s. ]* A3 }7 F& M7 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" P2 U6 `- K& v3 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 E, y! m: c8 q. D& j7 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' z- i$ i0 @& N( IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 i1 Z8 `# l* t z4 @1 V N6 `; tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 V) @9 r2 p* |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , G% q% j: ]) F! \% g6 z1 U% {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # g( ?2 i) t/ x' E0 m1 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : A) n; U" T6 f0 U! I, [0 _% i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : _+ @+ n: H0 v( m
4 ^9 y$ _3 M& [6 |- `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 W7 W* {* c% c- n6 R+ r. {
How you suffered for you sanity,$ B" T; e' Z: g: w S
How you tried to set them free,
% L9 i! F9 l$ ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ b) F, M5 Q1 o( m, NPerhaps they never will. |
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