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- T, ^9 N0 D ? W9 [7 Y( KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . n9 B: ~! Z- y4 T' k2 [% `, }8 ?% j! c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % O I; P* i5 ]; D) @+ S2 \4 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. |$ S9 F y1 x$ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 T. d/ r4 b( P/ u, h C' WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* R4 t/ t, Z4 Q' ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 e; d) C7 G3 m& ]9 e% b
How you tried to set them free, 9 C# L1 x4 Q3 z# j% M& z n7 n: O' z, \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: U V+ ~6 [3 z+ w5 j7 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) g. c4 W0 w4 C3 F& vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - P9 [+ G8 z7 O O* ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 b4 ^4 J, G+ F% w6 N9 m( [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 y# u! y3 o* L% ~/ c
0 F* e% f+ a2 g4 v! sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 O" c; J7 V/ I, g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * j6 X: S& q2 D1 s, K" p" k& B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! F2 n) o1 Q5 n+ _
But I could have told you, Vincent, * G; [7 S0 F: g, w) s' X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 c& d% ]# g2 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) q# @, Y7 S5 O8 `6 {2 Y( Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % n5 C/ s+ ~0 o& p5 e7 G4 }% U1 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 d J5 b* [& M) k- D4 oThe 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,
0 D4 \4 Z! a5 k) B8 X9 DHow you suffered for you sanity,4 _& D* |* R0 i
How you tried to set them free, " h) V/ X' Y9 n7 k |, k" Y! a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ]. r5 l- u/ k$ Z+ f1 sPerhaps they never will. |
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