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: H7 s X. E+ @( g" ~, }* VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c6 d: Y0 |. t' V+ O6 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% g* h7 O0 g; b$ I4 `( S3 j1 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 k& A% ]3 N" PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ D" A# C" _+ r; D4 p5 Y- U+ PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 |5 ^ R! G0 T
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 s4 {) V' S# q% M' Q
How you tried to set them free, 6 b& B& a* G. B: F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. n" X$ B- s X. s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 K6 T7 b+ I' N: ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 G. S* |, c( X" z/ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ v' y3 V# T& K; v( ]7 _) w+ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * C: |& v; U3 f) N2 ], `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 j$ a+ Z8 ~( [# qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * q1 E, p$ d! h' ^ m2 F. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( l. a C1 i3 i6 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, i7 n1 P' Z+ \' [' t6 S7 U3 A! U3 e2 q1 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q8 q, g4 W6 F9 Z% ?
. s& r& A7 o+ b' }! ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) b4 x0 r# F4 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# p" D) O; c; M6 X8 y2 O- S4 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / l _( y9 `( i4 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ?4 p7 L6 j4 M8 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ x# G4 L4 G# DHow you suffered for you sanity,
* l: T0 f3 R4 T3 s3 kHow you tried to set them free, % [9 P; Q, e' Y0 `! ?7 \. A4 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' V, g( Y l( Z2 ?6 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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