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) q0 l1 Z. ~. U' l9 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 O1 Y# L- c1 G" }3 f4 M! i& ]$ T) uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 F4 `1 f( I* a5 T9 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* g5 l5 z d% N9 v2 _) eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ m7 w2 N; w* pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b }* N t( }% D
How you suffered for you sanity,
) g: a6 u7 C! n, F8 m0 S$ w( H" hHow you tried to set them free,
' v& B' b' G1 X9 {, I0 K' z! Y/ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 y+ L c5 J$ h. ?% @ K$ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 C/ I- _! |4 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: P- D' M" A7 t" j4 Y% k& l/ A& v0 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 D" S9 M! e; Q; m# y7 o+ c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 F! l2 ~, D0 m5 U4 J6 f; [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) g' D( F: z3 T/ @) ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 ?- d8 _9 ?! |4 U0 G5 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" F5 q1 G/ A0 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- P8 A8 v, L @ D2 d' SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 B1 }9 ?4 g8 W
& G y- M8 L a! g. y8 F) q; Q5 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * D$ B) I t0 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. J; t E5 _, i2 Y( m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 b$ _# k, t+ b- X* a1 ^/ b4 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 c0 _2 y# r7 c7 }# i3 L: h2 r
- f2 a6 P4 x( O" w7 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) X( H# ~- J a2 M+ _/ S0 q" v7 @
How you suffered for you sanity,8 d" [# V- |; {0 K3 n- P% B" o
How you tried to set them free,
* y& c) T V/ W PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 I* Q; r& j( t/ i+ v8 PPerhaps they never will. |
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