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5 o/ y, A6 u9 U7 B- |' E5 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ^( E* e- Y& h8 N4 k& V8 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Q: ?2 H8 f5 G7 H! V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; o+ U( ?; h) W" B; oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ T7 l$ Q3 W# b; R6 W1 U; A5 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* B" V6 [" z' Q) r) o! l8 l# T" b
How you suffered for you sanity,
! v4 k3 Y: \$ \- q8 Y- j) cHow you tried to set them free,
! N4 o! t4 v% r, bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: B4 V& f( d% M T2 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- [; A- D) Q' @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 H* H6 N$ N3 T# v* b5 O. a) m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # b- M- l* y. I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* t, O: }9 L p1 `3 [, J! DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' X! x, @- `5 q7 f& C7 [$ S+ i2 e: r# R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~0 }- y" f0 T) Y7 O# g+ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 b7 n. X1 I* f- z, dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 a, D8 U( y$ t: Q4 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , z, o v5 H, g& u. r' q4 s; o4 u
0 e @$ v8 k- k* P) K7 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 L2 w6 R3 U/ o. \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 _4 C; |7 i! SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 k2 A, U, Q& IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ y. W6 I: [) G' ~5 p s6 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! n$ l$ I# g, }8 v' pHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Q. I' W. x# F' v/ M; QHow you tried to set them free, * y1 K( d1 j" j# Z- M% M5 I" v# K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, I4 j! o% @8 Q0 \9 b6 b' u3 bPerhaps they never will. |
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