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5 [3 q/ V2 p" p- U% I( R" h- [% CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- B- M6 N7 W" g: J* _2 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 X" h8 M- {% H" w3 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ ]0 `- a( e+ r& I" v, y e: O- NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 w9 d- i9 S: ?2 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 d: C: q. J7 n* x. }% b: THow you suffered for you sanity, " p+ R d& H2 K7 O; c/ T
How you tried to set them free, C9 {7 }: i& d0 A' e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ {: p! w { V5 ~% VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; W7 r8 f+ ]2 ?5 H' J0 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: g/ T k# E9 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, K( \. C; S# u+ n- y8 Q* A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Z, f8 H1 X# h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 z: B$ R& \% s/ L" BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 v! K! L" B% N/ v# H. k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 `% f; e9 f0 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 k- o" E) n' x) t* K4 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* g' I/ H% E8 d6 n( x1 h; i" [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ i% W! F: k& m4 V7 s# ^4 @/ z `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; R6 }2 p8 a) z5 e" K0 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 B4 }- P$ L& S Z$ T- n" l8 g& X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% l9 p {9 i: Y9 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 A- b2 T& Z: @ \8 ~- H& FHow you tried to set them free,
+ v9 J1 X: p! u5 I6 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& `) @8 _; E: o, w; K" `Perhaps they never will. |
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