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" p, M1 d& X( W/ R5 v4 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( ^+ Z. r% e) a) B7 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ }0 w5 A& M4 ]+ M$ c/ L1 r/ V+ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) @5 Y7 }5 _( c# k+ n( f5 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 [' h& K# o5 ~8 ^% i4 @1 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ J1 M4 H# C! n
How you suffered for you sanity, : E" }: G! ~- }6 B0 ?2 \8 e* L/ r2 b
How you tried to set them free, % u5 e Z( Z( N4 z/ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* t7 R3 P; y G; Y; ~% fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ?! {6 d8 O. LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & g& s% z' N/ v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 P& a! @% Q! i& f6 U4 W0 o! n
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, s. x2 |/ s. L j) `' _3 V" x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " V2 a$ d% {; V' g# ]2 x0 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 k6 K. g! A" S2 f; Q$ w# X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 B$ e# Y& N- J# a; ]/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - i- R( o. L7 _" z" A2 w
3 t9 ^) @0 \+ A+ S1 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* L; c! M9 W: ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; J `( _: |! t' L# ]3 J! E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : E( |) j( v; V$ o5 B' u' S9 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 n2 K7 W" t* O$ o, X& |9 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! z1 b: T$ _: }) k' K6 L3 f; AHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ~ V$ h6 R" l* E3 ^' B" o
How you tried to set them free, - h0 g1 F- o' p9 F0 E' r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 K) U: {, @1 V0 y9 y5 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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