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3 J- A: e& i/ N# @6 @+ ?3 ?, }1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 [8 h5 o" S1 g2 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @/ t/ v! Y5 }9 b0 K7 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 g6 R4 O. a/ @% h [3 c7 u. c. D3 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! n# @6 u$ w& Z9 V7 e* XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% m1 F: A5 N8 M/ F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j* L9 x! z& {How you tried to set them free, , s m# t, q" v) N: v; |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Z4 V0 |$ c1 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + K7 C X: M( C1 g0 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R3 q$ w+ G' H% L7 s2 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, A% p* l7 o1 U6 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! V1 `# c2 w' S6 b) e" C
, h5 K' U: ^& E. h8 K$ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ `' z1 W |9 d" AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Y0 J& f3 y, z8 b/ P% n, r" TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - y2 Q' S% y; R% Q# F0 M' P/ q: k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ K5 ]7 N- L" Z' z5 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ V* J$ h* I N. b# _! U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 \) W7 N: q5 I! kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 N0 k4 ^; V0 H9 k0 D3 Z% T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: W, [: ^2 T; H! h, IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# o2 \, ?8 S# Y* ^3 l9 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' K' v5 i5 K2 g0 A8 N$ t7 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,. w2 r- @& c4 `
How you tried to set them free,
2 J( V1 z$ Q$ iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( b% L$ a5 S g. m7 O1 sPerhaps they never will. |
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