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6 R7 D' ^, M l$ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% k, P8 i2 K1 A. b; X) @& tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & k# o7 p! E- r3 ?7 O6 e' a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Z4 _ d0 I6 D+ c$ h8 N$ P- O2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # |+ Z# a+ W( y' L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, }- F7 c. O$ f" w
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 |! d. N j8 x d
How you tried to set them free,
/ ^, ^- H [$ a- f2 A4 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* d+ K5 G" w ~; u4 o$ {* wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& X) z1 W$ k6 C' ]% q; y7 E- VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* G2 Q% O' z# w; h+ U# o; @) B. u. a) CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 V# U4 ~9 a2 @" B1 }% q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & k- i6 @% ^4 @% u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * K+ e& J/ {5 d$ C3 T4 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' W; d8 K# c9 K6 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # a3 @/ |/ L$ O: \7 Z' q. l+ ]# C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 e2 J" `" j: r8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 j4 y. s6 B8 z& Y
# G* E# b3 z2 j, C2 ^0 t% Q* T5 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # i% Q# i' G5 S7 ?. y s( w; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 O- v4 }5 E" y6 ]/ O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 R- l; R6 l: ~4 y; rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) _" A- D8 v- Z% j& Y4 X9 i$ U, E" [
4 ^: }1 T. N0 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, g1 G# k- C! H
How you suffered for you sanity,7 z* @3 {+ C/ c' a% V
How you tried to set them free,
2 d& [( W% ~% [) W* \They would not listen they're not listening still,
) v: f9 Z7 P( I& ]' ~Perhaps they never will. |
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