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" Q G, h0 Y5 J& `3 `+ S: Y* CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( t0 t' |% _3 [2 t# a) x% D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - b0 z3 m- ~- g3 i3 y- `$ G& W8 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, y& K0 _, e) v- c, j: f) J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _1 P! a3 c5 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Q8 C5 d" ]" i5 O) k' |5 m5 THow you suffered for you sanity, - W$ j- H3 ~, m% F1 o% Z9 N; |
How you tried to set them free, 0 d) p! K4 e. n3 B: o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 M' Z. ~* V- F0 x& V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % b c& ~4 b3 ^7 ^$ i+ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 `( w+ J: Z# ^# k3 U* o, Y0 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 V' q2 H5 W/ \' g- y+ A& }; t+ @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . A0 {& v5 k# J" o4 M+ D3 T9 I
1 A4 |. q" U% XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 |3 O$ }$ U: NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" M' F' a; A5 ^0 e" }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 V; \5 Q4 g4 H; g; X4 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; v( w$ K9 G- T. _& ^6 S0 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n b# D+ p6 u; t9 e! c9 K! KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 u( W5 y" i6 Y3 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; M2 I5 p* D7 y2 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Q4 [' u% R0 z H- ^9 O# t1 @6 }
4 t" W3 V6 |4 R$ |7 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % S7 ?: ?& I9 ^( C# m# ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Y0 I- Z! \) D) x& f( b5 OHow you tried to set them free, & s, A+ ~/ E2 I6 X. E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 k7 H& ^7 T9 D6 PPerhaps they never will. |
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