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- X# P, h, B' N4 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " P7 n' i0 l7 B3 l1 a7 S' ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ m- B8 ?! W/ k' Z% p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X' K: q( _6 _: W$ Q' N6 e7 b3 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. k- x/ C; K5 m/ @$ M- x1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- k. _) O1 n7 t# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
# T0 ?1 p$ j3 C/ m* [2 ]8 dHow you tried to set them free,
1 z& N) Q% E# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K8 A) `. Q% f8 t2 ?9 H( j$ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 V2 @" L( H, q6 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# ]9 Z3 e; f; ~; VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + r/ `- \) L5 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. _& y4 s. O6 x* v& r5 _* h$ A: z+ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( d. t/ n w& e( f- U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" s2 ]- X0 r, b8 q/ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 a; O; j8 @& ?7 k- RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 z% o# {# W1 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 I6 d6 R g% U" A3 Q( `1 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 }! h1 ~, j. I3 M0 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; n2 r$ ~4 C a" N8 a M7 I5 h5 J) v! `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " l& m" v9 W& v2 x. J7 L& a7 y; W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 \! |/ d$ @" I; {. R0 r3 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ e9 ?7 O! Q$ R# H! T- |7 Q# HHow you suffered for you sanity,# V" F5 C) t9 ]* A& _ b" Q
How you tried to set them free,
& n/ A% C, v: b) g7 x. n2 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Y5 I3 N. m6 |5 M; O/ kPerhaps they never will. |
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