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! b- a/ d p7 }4 ?- ^. R8 H5 b7 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ P6 [2 U- N1 U$ m; E- CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 d' W4 a" c! m& `& h# X! _* bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ?1 k& i7 e: k- l! g/ W0 J7 o: e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - n3 ] e- h3 x8 U; a& {# T$ @5 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ^6 m! q( P0 q$ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ G1 b, o% L* a4 x& }. w. ~* EHow you tried to set them free,
7 c) O9 o0 L; N+ M" `4 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# y0 R9 h4 l) A# c+ W5 d( GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! b! _$ w( o+ k$ M v& Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & b$ X8 l% F: }& V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + z! V0 G. ?# f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" A- ^4 Z& r u6 c L! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 L0 T: `: d2 o& `# ]2 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% H. S) _; ?( n0 I' b+ z9 U! W) \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: _$ t- t( k0 R3 }2 X9 k) [+ OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. I7 E- g4 T* } R: W# NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) z$ Q. ? O; b6 `/ E! |! |# P: i0 Q
7 w" o! ~) [+ x, b) t9 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. q% o) X, f) i; e m5 J+ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, s+ k. c6 D, c$ R/ f4 U4 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 Y6 f& c/ q. y8 M/ i8 J0 O( Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 J# Z" \6 X* [9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,0 I; y# f9 o X, x
How you tried to set them free, 6 b7 y; x, r* ^5 X; z) Z8 u0 F5 f7 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) B) U" n. E Q6 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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