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/ K7 r$ T: |) i: b: l7 k4 v+ n: UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 i1 V' F1 w; j: wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . W; Z% U+ z( \. D1 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 s0 A, D$ L5 y/ B: u% N5 g0 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " u9 i4 K9 D) Q. z& [9 F* O; V% ^0 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
I) U7 q9 W, G0 G7 t9 {How you suffered for you sanity, : l$ C( V4 i2 _+ e# @/ t
How you tried to set them free,
# @1 ]) M! _/ iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 b& `. g& i1 |0 \2 h, R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 f b" Y7 o, e8 Z& e& x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; m2 h j* Y* r6 ^' a/ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 u/ ]4 m% S$ a9 \; l6 e8 U. Z" W9 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' m9 }* } B) O* S% A B
. c- W0 b; C; y! {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 \5 X1 X9 M6 _1 ^8 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 l' D4 l! ~" c) R: TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ]( { e/ ^9 c J, U9 S) m
But I could have told you, Vincent, # Y% F) R0 I" ^- n5 i+ E0 L" n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r& s3 B1 O' @' T, [7 @1 h, s" G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 |1 w$ A6 ~' lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 t3 U1 \4 d \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % m7 f6 L7 u& \( y* V& J& t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 B7 Y4 n# ^) K5 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ]: Y/ ~4 ?' f4 s, o0 c& C8 U& V4 q3 x! l
How you suffered for you sanity,
; D: P, X1 C1 F h% L& t R8 ^4 xHow you tried to set them free, . X& w2 L) n! e5 ]: a/ l/ j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 d; B/ R- \( w! jPerhaps they never will. |
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