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/ a" V. k7 B! X7 T' m/ h S) L ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # b# q$ P; F b2 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 s3 \$ f- k2 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ t$ H8 M# o% [* Q2 z4 y8 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Q+ @0 }$ O& x0 i7 T2 g) \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 m: C) K4 P0 Z/ U6 `
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 G# R2 w* Z; g% a( l+ l
How you tried to set them free,
" r) Y) }* w5 T* s, X" i- YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # i& K+ W" w3 L/ J( C& G4 H; _8 n+ O6 }" A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 W" I& G c( T) v: ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 y S, i) E; SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 w2 ?* i2 v6 E$ W& XWeathered 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, , W/ N3 W- ?4 X+ ?3 A: P. q# Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) [ ^( w v* q: u& O1 n2 ^0 w, x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: k; E1 ]/ X0 @/ u( KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 R7 a2 D8 L6 T2 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. b+ q* h8 T/ B v6 W
+ u+ F* k2 i% X1 M8 e8 S: eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! N. ?+ x5 M# X0 u8 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - D" x) }0 S/ w% e+ P2 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ^# i8 x7 b* q& tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ F7 M I2 o4 e2 Z' c: _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( |$ M9 _- }$ x. v$ K& wHow you suffered for you sanity,+ q, ^/ i+ v) q8 i. f
How you tried to set them free,
, M9 e, }: e3 K, ~4 Q) @They would not listen they're not listening still, % H. ~, z' n6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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