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; d7 ^" K3 b) W% yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 q) `5 n0 [6 q* s! T6 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 c/ q2 G9 K7 P5 \1 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% a7 [, l5 O$ r, |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; @% P# v; [ ?9 \& c& w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 k7 o( a* J4 n: W7 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
# l1 O3 C' B( |How you tried to set them free, " l0 v+ L- D6 k* Y' I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 D o8 \6 M* T8 Q$ A4 W. cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ]: A0 f5 |7 Q& ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / y z3 B* O% \/ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 J7 A4 ~% n/ h: I0 t5 X9 a) e
Weathered 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,
/ T+ F8 W [0 s [6 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) x4 G8 {! D# l! h3 e3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- Q! Q' \ B3 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, + [$ \ W; K; F4 O) e( d. e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' d7 A: D: e( `6 l" P' rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # x2 Y9 E& L. \7 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . \' l. j6 |. O' D% Q- v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " r& n; m7 O% u' J( z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % J2 \4 R& i1 I0 U Y" B5 x
8 F3 [- v _9 a3 D' k0 k* B( Y; V4 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 F+ m6 E0 Q. o& k$ `% d: J8 \How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j- P' Y4 _& J$ C: OHow you tried to set them free, S- ?$ o2 B5 K0 t$ H- b+ |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( y, E( ?, R% oPerhaps they never will. |
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