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: F4 S. |& D1 U# Y; y* \+ iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j7 S9 N7 p4 R: W, PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; w" d1 }9 Y. j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, ?1 h+ C: W! m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 W1 ~4 X( H: B' J& F2 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 q3 U( ?+ S; D( f: ]/ Q" ?How you suffered for you sanity,
' O! k0 ` C. KHow you tried to set them free, Q& ~* }, h( ^7 |% X, p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - J* @ H. m4 ~) o9 m8 J7 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . l) Q) g8 |* i! P, y# n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ L' j, o2 R$ e) z+ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 U* U$ |& Y" g2 W4 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b% ] i" G: C# K3 P6 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + D5 n7 ~5 }2 G1 E" t; v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 x3 w2 l' q: n7 v) v* n9 |4 p8 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 p7 E4 W( y9 m7 z8 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, * d1 V, h { h. p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 H3 s3 g6 G6 O- Q1 T4 A7 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& D7 p, p- e" y; v7 T4 [) y) uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 F6 z6 [; w. R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' c( g* V4 t; c' x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , S* l: W, ]9 q- H6 c0 |
/ K; J7 S Q: C2 j z1 b4 o. LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 W! I& M3 U. U8 i! gHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 H+ M5 X! l. J: m* oHow you tried to set them free,
" [, E e; j- [' oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 T8 X: D; j: j' g+ t$ S- UPerhaps they never will. |
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