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& z8 u2 @, D, [3 U/ Q" `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . J% @* c% ^6 z8 P7 j+ U4 g4 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 v) J9 H- v$ F0 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* {/ g: I; U/ N# j& @1 a. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
W8 F: p, U5 R8 X) \Now I understand what you tried to say to me, d9 O& C" u- `- P5 j/ `1 k
How you suffered for you sanity, * h( p3 f/ {+ E- B
How you tried to set them free,
9 P0 v2 a7 j/ B( s6 I$ b7 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# k& L3 |7 O3 p3 \: n: G NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ s$ g: _ b+ t% X0 ^6 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 y5 E( Q: T3 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 g5 y) l' p, c1 W2 Q- T9 T( JWeathered 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, ' r5 l" J: P3 N. j2 F3 O4 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# c" \! N* [9 `3 p( g0 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 V3 P; f/ v0 N5 W/ l5 b0 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, # f) l& K/ m0 c' T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 _1 I% W; m# {+ V. j
% K( h; {2 @' P: `5 V h' KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 O" ]2 {( |- N: G1 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / k/ \6 X2 y8 n4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , p% h5 W4 T8 K- Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. [* R. s+ O: p! l7 L5 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; p7 h. l! b% z
How you suffered for you sanity,$ [( z; m. f- e7 o
How you tried to set them free, ( B0 K! j6 m" m) O( ~3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ]1 m+ U4 [, o, _% ~3 @9 }7 e: ~Perhaps they never will. |
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