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h7 R% O% B; V! ]4 k6 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" A$ }% B& ~8 P- k! pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " n7 a: G& ^ E) m( B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: L a9 I9 X8 y/ {' MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 p+ J# ^+ |( O) @/ ]/ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& `+ W7 Z2 x6 y/ O) R( \, |$ BHow you suffered for you sanity, ; j' j* h; g0 M& N9 | Y
How you tried to set them free,
5 t4 |0 d) C" d C0 P* P! s+ xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( |# t$ f* C& PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * v; M! I3 f: @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ l9 n% L' Y& }7 x4 |1 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 O% N$ G1 Q, ^9 ?9 V# ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 i" w- s5 V- r8 U* t# K3 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / ?) L) q3 t1 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ a& C' c1 m$ F( e% }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ E# _1 {* U: sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: F/ Y9 Q2 u5 h% t$ m7 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; b( K7 l. t- b$ G$ p( H r
! V7 O* W- F& G# PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 a' @. g1 g k3 b6 Z/ \! H }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 g+ b+ M& M, xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( c6 Q+ C4 q3 yThe 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 _8 p W8 U a
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 V" {4 I- B7 I+ t: z% `# HHow you tried to set them free, 1 c" n o) X+ q: U+ e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 D3 O) l, J S1 Q3 B8 \) hPerhaps they never will. |
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