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, O0 W3 y7 u: o( [; b; F9 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ s* D d- G h; G8 h. M( ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% `5 P: G, \! M) f! @. [) B! K/ m) }' uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; q- N! u2 \8 u9 ~# T6 `5 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & {5 K2 k) r) W+ B$ Q, r# r# o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u" I& P' n$ k4 t
How you suffered for you sanity, @8 c `; }0 _% W; D' u/ ?" O
How you tried to set them free,
0 I: `' o0 W+ e" o+ n; Z LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 O* _6 W: j2 b, W5 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o! m+ f, g0 W1 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; e& s( h6 h, F8 U$ Y6 ^& c* sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- U. t! x( t, B2 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * J6 y0 ^5 g( p7 ?; Q# i* m- |9 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 M: t7 S J: B& @7 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k, v0 A7 F; P4 n$ v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, K& W9 t4 \3 v8 v: E$ `; t( t7 {- PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 a! {/ e5 [3 G. r7 _5 }0 B+ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + W+ O! Y8 A7 }' J9 v3 J7 ]
& r- z( r) Q# j% V" q4 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# g# h( \. o( c8 g9 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g: P; {; f: Q, N2 Y v7 [# ^ Q; c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Q5 {) E* H+ H7 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! U3 `" o! L/ X" r2 A# V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 Y3 x. o, Z3 S" M5 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
X# I1 [0 x7 j0 N1 r6 zHow you tried to set them free,
$ }! P9 p% S- K* ]! k3 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, " B: d& n* q& P) N
Perhaps they never will. |
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