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- d+ Q$ v! C3 \) i& _5 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ?% g* [+ M$ A% z* a! u# cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; g6 \6 K t& W1 o, \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ t7 N; |, S/ u8 x2 G0 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A4 ~) e6 f3 l& L `, Z9 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( C# g' j$ r, J- h
How you suffered for you sanity,
- _8 ^9 a: L9 @7 D8 [+ jHow you tried to set them free, 3 E: M- x) z% G: h& C5 F" e, s" j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 [/ F+ _ m4 y2 }+ ]! v, ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 s" I/ R5 _% w4 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Y7 J1 B/ f! }5 ~- M; jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @8 n- n& ?- d* @7 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: U/ p8 b% h: G3 x' l! j( `. o l% zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ A% S& D, s; q! G+ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( o+ |" W3 P1 [' K# {$ _- @& Z9 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ]( @) M8 ^- R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ F$ g' u& _8 q( P- ?' Q, P/ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) P3 ]8 l1 P( L+ v% n+ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ~. q4 ~' j( x9 P8 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; E/ [+ [6 c0 X; R' j6 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 e% j% f, n5 M7 k2 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ~) J. @# ^) E/ a( X% F4 ]1 ?& o) V
( ` c2 B+ I- f0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . s3 [9 a8 u3 q7 O. C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; q2 ~) d: i* q& n/ JHow you tried to set them free,
' K" i" R4 k v9 e6 x( @# }2 s% [They would not listen they're not listening still,
, L/ A) W$ b) C- ?7 Q8 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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