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; a3 G6 S Q; Q) f" RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; _, V) s: F0 _1 I# HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: W* g5 w& H% Z ?: W3 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. J& p& b5 Z% {6 [3 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / _# w( U4 A. j+ m$ ^( D0 z A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* G. ~3 o3 W& @: ^How you suffered for you sanity, / Q B5 x( O4 s( F5 ~
How you tried to set them free,
6 _5 v' _4 f# p3 d& @0 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! ~% i6 |: B( B$ s. l2 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Z c0 J7 {/ V! R2 M |! u; G2 X5 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! L9 ~# Q6 Q0 t9 G0 a# p7 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* I7 B9 C$ C0 l6 i0 h8 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * L) }( S+ R1 i. \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + u; c1 C6 g4 c) z F+ |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 `/ j: h! o9 W1 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 J6 S! q% h! j& `- a- {. l- w. i( jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. [+ g2 P6 ?& q7 P' EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + E+ U% e- J ~3 ^8 X, A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ]7 H( n& ?. E$ [/ l; }) rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 U/ M% _, G; h2 K vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . }; S' p R- G1 S3 Z/ }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! Z+ Y) Y7 q/ a% k" o2 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- G" z' Y L! ZHow you suffered for you sanity,- g6 l9 \ S2 b( X) U
How you tried to set them free, ! }1 v% u) c3 m! c
They would not listen they're not listening still, # U2 \( C3 r: K+ n# L& [/ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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