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! T0 e( n" C4 |& I: U3 p$ cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% J5 m) \% T( c# T# D9 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ I) G* H/ K; @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; b) t( P8 z( N8 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W6 N$ |6 A7 C; ]$ l$ nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, ]$ z Z* a$ @" v7 u" s7 R
How you suffered for you sanity, u, g u: ~. l9 Y
How you tried to set them free, 6 x ^2 M0 g @ E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% g" Q! w" ^- S9 Y& ^9 a% xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; O9 ]% S6 M" L" b* U: ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# J K# q5 L) P, X3 J+ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 {' k, z. c, q2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * Y* w5 c1 D9 \/ K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! M3 e6 R- B$ [% C1 B; cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; e y2 A; N* B) f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% n! S5 E8 i" t! t8 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 {: G/ b$ l5 Z4 i2 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . L; y0 ^- |$ }) D; }
- a3 {) t; J VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, d" P( @: Q8 e/ x4 p2 {& K! y* @. O) Y8 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " \$ q+ `; h4 \. Q% F; ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Y* j+ [& Z( d I; OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ^; {: E6 o1 m6 M! |: z5 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; e$ h& | t2 D4 ^# j! V6 D. Q
How you suffered for you sanity,& H) Q9 w7 u. ~; f2 X% v
How you tried to set them free, " ?. P4 N7 r+ c7 s* B7 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" C0 e- Z' t" r# oPerhaps they never will. |
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