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* ?: v( Q6 R5 @) \' L9 _4 d! C6 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& t+ k" K# n( F5 Q- ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% T2 P+ P L: Z6 R2 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 G1 L; c# N7 y5 |+ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 R- h4 C* l3 ^& j& P" E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ G8 i3 E7 v5 W J3 j* CHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 N7 ^2 s2 n( ^; V; ~" y
How you tried to set them free, $ K* T3 @4 m. B/ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 F2 W( ]8 n* g4 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 A( G' G s# i( C7 A2 i: gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 @9 K& e) `* s" v) Z* \' vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 w7 |6 f3 F. h! ?* A6 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + w0 M' s7 Y* l3 ~, j ?
5 p. @+ D2 I5 @2 I; Q2 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 b+ c% F: r/ I! A# U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 f& _# o: T3 Y* ?6 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 d4 N) \ d% y# V: P. D6 o4 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, " p& r9 k& c2 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : c% }+ A0 ]7 m+ n3 M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 E- e% ?* |; `7 h! y; ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. j! ]% c. m7 _2 Q) o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # [5 ^0 @' x' i* z& ?+ ?7 s1 @
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 U8 }* O" l9 r8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,3 j* @( m7 W% g W4 M* u* e( q
How you tried to set them free, % h1 g2 V4 S; \; G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ~- q `6 I% {- x% h# y1 s8 N! bPerhaps they never will. |
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