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g* s% v6 U2 U8 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) f7 m& i. I! o T, t* B, QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 U- ? M# Q" D$ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 D: n* Y3 j* P) H; T7 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& f) v, G7 w- T8 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- s0 i/ a4 [/ q# V! Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 O* a9 x+ j4 A4 E2 d8 }. d$ _
How you tried to set them free,
, a, P! F, t' {. lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 I: b- G! d1 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" H5 s2 N/ E# M" F: T( ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; _7 V2 Q6 a8 H" i4 ^+ Q: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' R# a. Y* z# l2 C O; |1 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ m, H# ?9 t" K5 z
; a: D3 l' _: r, D/ a$ o) bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * S% |8 j4 B) k% ^& h1 F' V% Q0 a. q# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! W; |' b6 m: qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' s+ F4 P8 v: e/ j0 J# `9 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 e* k% }, j1 C# b" J& _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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P, [' k3 Z3 L6 f4 `5 I* ]0 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % n1 N! Y3 }/ a: F7 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) V# @) H+ A9 I: `0 i2 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^+ V5 p D! z* J; G DThe 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,
; ^9 d4 l2 |, @0 k/ f9 G5 u$ EHow you suffered for you sanity,( n) Y- h) J; x& V" b) `" y$ k
How you tried to set them free, " P% G# T/ m! z9 Q( z# k3 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% x- z; F! D% w) y2 Z/ S, YPerhaps they never will. |
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