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* d i# C, Q5 Z" f4 t5 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! p. ^) H4 [6 G5 d( b, s( QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- m) `' B7 h, K3 F* oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 H% Y) h' i* F+ w `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 e+ ?# O) @4 D0 q" {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i$ ~! i: T; b# A. w) U
How you suffered for you sanity,
; \; G% J/ p9 ~2 o A" @" M/ e+ WHow you tried to set them free,
( ]1 W; ]6 K7 a `* sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ l. e0 S C! u1 B% w2 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 e1 [- v( K' c0 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) t q$ V1 |" I# ^! j: k) t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 q# I. O( E& O4 `) @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( V- Z! D. Q( R2 H6 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) p) I1 e6 R9 j# N+ L* g0 z I fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 M6 ^/ R% U9 ]6 a2 r/ q fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 L+ X7 E) j- f( O
But I could have told you, Vincent, & m* g" D: A+ S+ [: S; B. @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L0 m7 y: U* O( u- U" z
; f" o0 @$ R1 l" M& R- _# \/ tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 i) n4 c' }% K5 j" k2 X/ ^9 w8 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 U" ?0 i7 N# `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 d, K7 N" e" _; m
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,
# i! A$ P3 J+ U0 U) MHow you suffered for you sanity,
" V4 _( V3 R- I& {! ]4 xHow you tried to set them free, 7 p# z! T# v1 p: t
They would not listen they're not listening still, : N( A5 y" `; B- J! k3 j+ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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