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$ f- ^- o1 m. ~. _9 Z' vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B: k6 A# E. B z5 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # n% v, @% y& `9 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. M& H* K$ U, h; O" }9 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + G) [, q$ f! D. l; o+ R1 B \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! P e* D9 h/ D4 ^ m% e/ ?: GHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 }& c5 _8 `. D% ^; V
How you tried to set them free, # U. m2 R# a4 a! i- O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * E1 C/ |) ?/ [! A; C# _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. x$ F n" d% X; h e$ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* b7 B/ R: i0 M* R3 F' {+ c; yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , j; C- ^2 O9 r: s/ L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / W0 J4 J7 l! K% E# v
* c6 J0 X, R& ~7 S) y8 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; l E, u, F' ~) @3 Z: L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 z* J: \% u1 b; i- j/ v# |8 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) K) @# a# B! Y* T% Z4 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, ?# `% l$ @" n2 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 o+ K9 q2 T; @1 E/ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 a/ T( k4 b* ? j3 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 K( \/ l. ~$ l& V- f( B
The 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,
/ V( c' N) U9 W: k* t4 y" gHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 h' r; C# Q3 P7 PHow you tried to set them free,
* e1 f# { ]. T% O* D1 @, tThey would not listen they're not listening still, # S* |' M" r$ C2 `. J2 @+ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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