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7 d6 e. V9 q1 }( E3 F5 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 d6 ^8 K$ c# z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; W$ S& B2 i( }1 v# t. N, CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! w. [, ?, H6 h; aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ~: q8 ^# e% ?% i, vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 z9 c% R/ C2 f: W( e! l1 E3 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
# C9 z) p) ?8 M% U: E' a1 ^7 ~How you tried to set them free, ' j* x; } a4 k# I* P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: `( K* `& Q8 W+ t# C$ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% l* `$ Z2 K8 `* G& ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * G% O1 B; T$ ~ o$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ?% M+ A- {( G9 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# |' e! Y1 f9 i! _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 u; I4 G/ ]- fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 G B+ A; Z! m4 w2 l% P+ r: d$ m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' y, c2 \5 P3 P1 }$ n! A- g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 U/ s4 D. }8 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ K2 }- E8 t4 H! H+ i: J( a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ M4 B$ a! B, YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ~' K' l) D) W+ E6 N! MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
E6 A4 `% D" n: sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 [- v3 ^& r7 u- D( @, L( @How you suffered for you sanity,
# b3 r% D8 A3 f7 `& VHow you tried to set them free, # u5 _4 I. [* H
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) f; U5 r. T# b5 J2 D1 A; ]; u+ {9 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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