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1 y/ c9 ~. |' X: ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ `; G/ {) I, |; g4 I' h% j: KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 v' c) `2 D4 o' P/ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 @* J5 A) B( I4 C/ d0 l" vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& b1 ]: x! D" ?, n( z% \5 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 i" S* W) Y8 [$ n. p& d: w1 T! LHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ w2 W5 k/ M' h2 ?* yHow you tried to set them free, 6 }' H# [) s, ?3 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) A8 C9 W2 H9 i/ C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 U* }9 g( y$ d0 B" ~: s4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u: ]# l! c4 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @$ R9 ]8 f" U3 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . v! Q2 o- Z2 ]
2 A I; C% \6 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Q" [% q, J7 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 A7 L; S- N: X8 t+ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) M1 p( ?$ j5 R3 K. c. g- ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
- T3 O+ J; j; u9 ~. l$ O( @9 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Q, l+ C4 {+ Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; }$ h) f: @5 {8 Y# z$ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 }5 \+ F. f8 _3 [) C3 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " @4 w$ F2 {" o7 T3 W" Y# g# B% _: K$ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + e0 \ ]3 S2 S9 x: i& ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . w( }6 C, f6 }" P4 n
How you suffered for you sanity,0 p7 v4 G3 {; L7 v; a; M0 j; K, ]
How you tried to set them free,
8 ^. z+ B0 b K! R5 n* hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
r, [5 Z' u- Y+ v# s6 u* a) GPerhaps they never will. |
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