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+ ] z q: d( N, ~. W4 ~$ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 E7 O* I5 q0 i S0 o5 l1 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 G2 C0 ]0 Y, Z9 ?" h; e; P3 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 S E+ @: }, l4 J& ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . J4 \1 n, r* {3 k8 z* S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& C V [( U. ^+ _How you suffered for you sanity,
* m$ j* L4 \2 a- ]9 CHow you tried to set them free, 2 U8 l1 Q0 `- M$ c1 H$ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]) |, C' V6 [% d9 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 F9 i6 a' q9 V. |7 N) CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |/ [+ T; L* E% u8 T( T9 h; d/ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - L: I& P' d# k+ T- Q) e. W- W' O
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, 2 B: ^( m3 ^. s! F$ X* R: q* X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, o5 m5 `' ?' n9 u4 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 ^+ O0 s" G% S, `1 K/ D
But I could have told you, Vincent, # }5 L* n% \; d1 i0 _9 t( p7 U2 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 @2 f T4 b; ^ ^$ @5 ~7 v
2 [$ _0 x* ^6 V4 i; X, r' s. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 H8 A& }% y4 H8 `! _* c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # z8 W- @: a2 o7 Z# O* a D4 \0 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* f" @4 E) C w! Z' `2 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! ~1 k1 k( E! e+ s, ]2 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 }) P7 k Q0 B& l7 W6 F; |
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 |$ T G/ {+ h( M' X1 ]How you tried to set them free, i; e+ A/ h G* m8 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 o1 x/ r5 V7 R2 I) ?! G0 y) ~6 g' a3 DPerhaps they never will. |
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