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* S+ c! n6 C, uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 w: s# v( _2 j) a. N6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
e8 |7 V1 K Z6 w$ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ^: `' B. Y+ l O# W3 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u, m& Y }$ j& e' M/ x1 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) X* ?& C. q' v, W/ wHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 j( J* g& I# r* ^
How you tried to set them free, + E5 @% F/ w4 z3 x: I/ v+ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ g5 p% P; ]% P% t( J+ W) i b3 D* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( g' [1 H; }' `" c1 K, U4 B) ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 u* D0 |7 \ z R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. o! a4 c# U0 Y) Z$ _1 m% q' @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ~* c" I: R' b% Y7 X9 O9 ]) G* e, l! T
+ w9 L/ W* K& s/ mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' m$ k' u5 K) s0 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% V3 V1 E4 z6 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # F4 i0 ~! ?. K. x; Y! N" R
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ?1 @# Y9 I% F# p5 {+ b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G9 \; g& c% M$ ?& Y0 d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* n% F6 G7 A ^. i% G" r. qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ b' D( y% t; ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, J% x" P4 f( l: M& qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 V5 _1 [& T K, K; \4 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ X! q0 J' e5 t) g$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,* Z* k' [) ]9 X0 { }; {5 p
How you tried to set them free,
6 D m" P+ x* {6 M" S& @3 z/ SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ l9 P6 ?* u( V2 Q8 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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