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( l. [- e. P0 R7 n$ o+ mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 y' b& w' \$ l& B; C/ D' h' `1 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ?0 I" p. w$ M! iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 B% C n: x& N9 H3 M6 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . m+ R" O) ]% W1 a( @; z2 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 D l$ m# W$ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 _1 }: r- v# b' T+ d
How you tried to set them free, % y# S& H. N2 b3 P' I) H t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ x3 w4 a% L. H" L4 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" @( D( n2 J: D5 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; `' j$ j6 F: A" T# bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ~, \* p) m) e, p0 X1 F1 m/ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) {' A- n' @$ i4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " K# ]5 d# d$ N; y% x! x7 { p6 i: Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) v+ j, ]& L. U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) [3 Y* K+ L# \) e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. [) p2 T$ ^) zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 b1 `" Q& V# w! p0 U8 }
, O0 V% s, @8 ]6 G. }( FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' q" j6 K! L y( vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 n% a+ k# C8 }; ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# C$ Y3 k. E9 s0 Z8 s5 l6 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% U M+ r: U& R. u% KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 i) g4 }5 q' ~3 R7 T: v8 l% vHow you suffered for you sanity,
, \) b, S+ J6 SHow you tried to set them free,
4 n4 O6 n3 A8 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 m2 b5 v* I) Z+ TPerhaps they never will. |
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