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0 W( o, `; A. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 R- C5 y5 y0 e* X% ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 w9 W: H- M. N, _. c& D5 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: O: y8 e% u% S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" S# v' J' m" n! s3 I' A( SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' L) b! I q/ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ?) g% }6 ~' ?How you tried to set them free, % x/ M& ^+ V" u/ H4 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 U- }: B( x Y, U1 b- y7 p! XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 b' r3 V8 C# s" T" |: ]; Z1 w% x6 n% z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ?# N: o" n" r( ^3 B+ K+ K# e. dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # v$ z0 ]$ W8 A$ D7 B5 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 m0 E/ D" c: I& }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - \& ]' C$ C: i/ k/ F7 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 {4 [% e2 M! ?8 j8 @2 t$ | BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # q. N- ^/ G6 m0 k1 q7 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 F* [. U" g+ C+ H, hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " `/ _9 o* b( ^) u5 W& h. u
; m( M D0 x$ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ~6 T7 X5 d- h2 d/ ~3 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 F g" d. g% a! F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 a/ Q7 P1 B" y; c- tThe 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 x6 b7 l2 a/ y6 e T! G5 M# ]How you suffered for you sanity," T" ^3 z1 u% b" {) e
How you tried to set them free, 7 U$ e6 V9 F( u6 ~' N4 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. w# ]' S3 M3 Y' ^8 u3 bPerhaps they never will. |
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