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1 O9 l8 V$ _) J) c9 r' p( DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Z& {. [, \3 |( l; ~- dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 B8 U, _# r5 `0 F9 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! v) K1 S6 y& m0 ^) O1 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. f) v9 P) g% S! y/ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h( M9 A* v, Q) p8 M/ Q: m' ^How you suffered for you sanity,
! {3 s0 o( ?7 a: o6 hHow you tried to set them free, ^, t; |# q' h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; R9 z7 s# B% C; s3 z: U, G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B9 m" \% D+ M! nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ]. C3 U) U1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' X+ ~: n: J2 s" e+ ]3 F1 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " d" y1 c" e9 h1 i% f
. o7 M9 ^; P2 M# e" tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ?" {; L' } K; A6 J- Q6 k9 }" C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " y* @; a) q) k5 l: ~- ^1 T9 H. W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- i/ t0 b$ E! b$ u9 `But I could have told you, Vincent, - }2 H1 ~% j% b9 i7 {' Q% \# @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! M3 |- q2 k' ~3 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * @" n9 t$ A, R' n' N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d5 {+ u" I, `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' U) b. ^/ w& \- c9 t/ ^ X; p `* x$ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 x0 V; g' i& A% I* t5 _4 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: e% }9 s8 S( K% k5 _. CHow you suffered for you sanity,$ d6 C& P* o/ c- Y5 ^
How you tried to set them free,
! Q. l L+ `/ M! W% l: ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 r' U; R# \& ]0 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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