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* C" G: D" K3 q7 [8 }: M) l! NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, k% G3 o% T6 {! {. I8 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Y) a6 C/ m, Q# v4 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# E; B& @3 B: T0 [$ a. ^9 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 }" x! O2 m' n s- |/ R: KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ E# w( o* H% Y( I, E; A8 x
How you suffered for you sanity, # d) P8 ~/ b/ M( U
How you tried to set them free, ) S6 K( V7 [# ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 m6 P4 j' i- G6 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. T8 N% w5 J' S- t& W6 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 H9 g2 o9 w6 X& rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 b4 S2 r! K8 x3 Z) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , n' d' p6 k. M) D
6 @; t% P: l$ D4 D; [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 h: u' o* I3 h8 \' d. }% B4 t5 Z5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 c' x. \ |8 U! j: o, R3 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) g2 o* r0 V2 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' G+ E" S/ N# [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 i' K; \ J) ?1 A) G/ q/ s3 @( A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ c$ ^ {8 X5 i; W1 A! U }9 ^5 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 e3 [4 [+ r$ |& p) \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 z( t1 ]5 z, p( {, ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 c' N3 \9 Z- E7 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
. y* v- W; J1 u' A4 _ IHow you tried to set them free,
, U5 s2 A6 N1 k* h2 B+ y# ], gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ^$ ^$ U8 V8 m5 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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