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* e( Z7 z5 C) }! ]7 R: SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 L+ r; I% z7 L8 W9 C( X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
^1 l/ J; i1 G, \- u/ I( bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Q7 ^) t% M5 W1 H7 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: W0 ^, ?) c& C$ V* X1 {& VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. W/ ^# K% X3 \6 ]# Y! _
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 o E, I& T" \5 O
How you tried to set them free,
8 y3 ?5 k9 E M% m0 |! HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; U8 |2 }1 {" Q' J K% pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 g [3 d- U) K( \+ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % b! V& j% t% R0 O9 z% V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 \$ T( o# |% j4 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# \5 y$ x% O2 e# `. E+ [! j/ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& p4 `$ {+ a: V( U$ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" O4 \2 j" ~7 g; n3 T1 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 h% h- ` b" U7 l% g. E5 J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 g, i' H% E, G6 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ P. t) P' K/ T% F0 d
# w1 ~8 P! G9 x8 m. Z( y' g/ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " |) X+ Y0 H" ]4 ?: j7 B8 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y5 j0 Z% b& S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 @& P, c+ r5 ~0 l: aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) C( D* M* G* p0 I& NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 {. L% _; g& l" Y2 p W# y) C1 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,7 z/ Q, [8 J' e4 V; Q0 F/ j, i; u
How you tried to set them free, 5 k$ C3 Q7 z7 c# r* r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 |, v5 L% a! G+ yPerhaps they never will. |
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