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6 h& `! B2 |8 n, R3 C# K& @! vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }/ K8 D' |( D9 K2 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 @9 j; y# t5 k( i: EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 m- A$ \0 B) Y: Y: U+ T qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
O6 n: d; t! ~+ u9 i& w" @ H. DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: k" F& q7 J, Q/ B, k K+ e: u: E# L
How you suffered for you sanity, # s% }: p2 B/ ~
How you tried to set them free,
; g; S( \5 h' w$ @) dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 S1 g; |6 s: l$ }2 _$ J3 v+ a& [( g1 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' P$ s( c4 O! D/ A! M, H- g9 c7 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' K v6 x& N* o5 v* |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + p+ u4 g5 Y$ S4 f8 F$ w' x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; j& ?6 M& `& o5 D7 N4 A) V( K8 R9 O- GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ `+ P) T8 O; |9 B) h! ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) W5 x/ y( [* lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 N- p0 \ x* g$ @ C# c! M% _But I could have told you, Vincent, $ a& O5 J( b( V0 k5 ?/ \8 }2 U( \0 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 n+ U9 Y0 Y7 r6 x: B* f
9 W; p' T! Y% E' C8 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: h- h# }- ] J, K7 t3 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# n) D, {1 w) U! H, u/ a, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - I$ R' |. I- |8 \) P" ^4 J! x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # d/ Z9 u4 M6 ?' K6 z" u
/ _, P& e3 t* P- [' B+ {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) M, A7 a. l/ _/ j* X/ B" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 V- ?! r- R* @9 o4 Z4 L$ FHow you tried to set them free, % H; G9 ~' \% M( j# X; b8 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, [9 N+ x/ Z" N; f, z' D; l! OPerhaps they never will. |
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