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" Z) t$ v$ L! K# LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# P+ J% m9 Z; H& n# w3 l" bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, E( M8 y) C! m8 L8 \4 j5 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 O$ p, E& V9 F+ ^( l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ }& G% R5 ]" E, V! R+ {+ c, S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# E: _% R& Z: o+ k OHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 m( G4 j+ [* g3 `
How you tried to set them free, 8 R- I8 q: G! Z. E- U* A7 w& ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 @! N v3 {1 }5 {1 h kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 A6 x) W" E4 ]( _! l2 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 O$ C8 {7 r ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 k8 A" v( F( V$ |
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, G: n% A9 a7 k+ f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ i. [$ p' \2 K" kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ d4 I: L4 @7 A8 T# EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ [/ _0 u3 b* b) f' O- h& {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 y4 I- W! K# ~2 S. V! Y1 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ g7 [' g3 S9 C3 Y e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Y# {. u5 W$ S' Z5 m! f- W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* E! F" c( H+ t+ ]& x: h: j9 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " F e) j8 ]$ j8 p, z0 \9 Y
; X6 P4 O0 i% {- u* {( ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, n' B N( L) P/ f! |
How you suffered for you sanity,. A2 Z+ M. t; h' }
How you tried to set them free, / M- R7 @% b1 ]0 s) a. j8 |' T
They would not listen they're not listening still, % C8 W; p5 b" m
Perhaps they never will. |
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