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5 z2 ]. _: @1 L/ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 g9 h, Z- b& O$ ]! J! a( Z7 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; I7 e2 ?' w$ u3 V& f. I2 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, r9 C" m* J: D9 {' e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ x' |: u! E. KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* L: M( u+ _* a" UHow you suffered for you sanity, % b3 N; R& W7 M+ L$ _. Y
How you tried to set them free,
5 B! J8 ^& {+ T2 L1 ^; \$ B: HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! _& ]/ A; @& Z& qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 P2 f2 Q( E8 t$ l: \: u7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. y N% i: h, Z" r! G4 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- R' v; l) s6 G7 p* AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 s% ~! z! _$ ?% ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 s: I4 u9 [0 i H) V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % s7 K8 B ?" H6 h( c6 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 i! _# f5 n2 w2 P* {But I could have told you, Vincent, ; [# \ x# G7 V. p) @" ^+ A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' O8 W$ g: { g3 l o m T$ v
. i/ d: L5 T% W* A2 x+ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `$ P" w3 [" z$ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 _& F' h) S( r9 [1 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ?3 w* y c+ A0 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 `* k4 z6 }) t. x/ V) ]3 K
* P$ K4 s# f* l; R6 a' u' L2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 J8 q6 {9 f6 ^* Z9 b2 ^" z0 G, G
How you suffered for you sanity,+ x% T( l, Y# n. Q3 J2 }
How you tried to set them free, 9 P8 n+ Q p5 |& m8 m" L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 |. o' K- ^9 P9 j$ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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