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) c T$ H) t& O I9 [' X5 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 b8 Z3 c Y$ Y$ l2 ?" g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( X" B Z2 {. n4 J# HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) s7 o2 U1 _) `# _& aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # x* Z, t! P$ }. x$ \ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ X3 M; F9 T4 k
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ^8 d+ N: L2 a8 n) c5 M+ H4 f( K
How you tried to set them free, 7 D; w7 S1 Y0 ^- p% Y6 `0 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% V$ |) l, `4 c7 l/ QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: e5 Z; j' [ J5 g6 R) q8 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + \/ `* J9 Q+ h/ F# n! V+ w! w, R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 {, P! L- Y# `% b" y" m2 b% XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & q) v6 T# a1 N) U. V; V% Z7 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 H* c( s, ]# t$ }4 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
Z1 Z P: D) v$ B; r! N7 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , G7 `1 K; ?# L
But I could have told you, Vincent, # h1 H. c- O1 K. ?8 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ~) w, y) g& P7 ^4 Q0 ]
6 ~7 H& d, x* TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ S$ I/ w3 G o9 W' \0 I+ wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 A6 _, q# S, N. p' U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, h* k) G9 ^3 }5 q* N$ G. h1 ~4 a! F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 j/ I" e0 ^2 Z6 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F5 E3 L2 E. r& x. y
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s. G0 G. c! A2 D% O- uHow you tried to set them free, ' S% P1 S$ y& b1 u9 V" Q7 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 g! D; R+ @& F: `- xPerhaps they never will. |
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