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* E$ }8 w. n. d7 l; BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# y1 v# p9 C7 `) LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( r/ H2 D6 f# z) Z% y& K* tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ?) t6 ]+ Q4 @+ f' W- Z( @) ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! D! e) s3 U* O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ {2 z3 U! t4 o8 R
How you suffered for you sanity, ) j$ D8 j) v" e( X$ R! H
How you tried to set them free, E# ?! v2 z0 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 ]3 u& |! U- z5 X6 @6 H; tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) o; _ \3 h: tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 d! z7 |5 G+ [: wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 C' h H1 @7 \# W+ x; d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 U/ t _+ |( d+ d6 i4 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: F- ^+ i' _7 k3 t/ i. S! AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 C5 N9 `0 ?8 {5 T0 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
# y* }) u7 ?, N3 o: PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `* n' w1 Y: d8 _: R
- ~ Q0 {2 t2 B7 e9 b6 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ J. ]3 k, q$ ?+ w: ^7 m! WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 H% s& m% J( b3 ~# l0 B+ X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; M+ Q$ l4 |! \; QThe 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,
/ V' D! Q0 @# i7 PHow you suffered for you sanity," ]& q j$ ?8 ]2 N4 Z
How you tried to set them free,
7 @, h0 }2 x0 C7 a4 W* mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 T* S+ d" v9 d5 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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