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4 w! |' L) g. z0 y* o" fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c4 J- t1 d3 N2 u% z6 U, RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) ~$ ~ v& G) r) B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D0 U( S4 o" R! n) z" ?: qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( |+ k8 w$ s" T) U$ g% D0 P) @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Y. s5 ^2 ^5 J' B- Y' W% p1 v: G3 e& eHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ z4 X3 m2 ]6 B! P* l0 CHow you tried to set them free,
( z/ h) Y* P& ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 L$ Q- J6 [9 d2 e! u( r, f T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?- X4 L9 p* [3 c" pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" }0 i2 N, i* |: W4 D. r9 V5 [3 T. xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 G" B! n d8 O7 J3 x. i
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, + ~" d+ G- j5 q$ `. D# ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! f5 ~5 G8 W+ a7 B1 L3 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; A$ U9 C5 \" p$ t W& r( h( {& {8 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 f! C' ~. F8 ^4 c. M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + p& L& ]) W7 F4 N: k
3 z w3 X! S bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, @; w k t% l3 f# `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( z, ^7 h, b+ p# k: Y9 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# I+ n& O- c/ k5 w" hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) @1 }& s6 B1 p7 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . C3 U" q6 D$ z- U! @
How you suffered for you sanity,
& F" q* A p3 [) `$ v2 z' uHow you tried to set them free, ! _" K" l) j* h) u& H) j
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! W7 I4 Y0 A" F& J& ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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