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; V/ H5 R9 e5 S- ]1 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" k4 ^7 ?7 H8 z1 L$ |# F+ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' R4 [8 k0 y; _, Z$ d: wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! f8 t$ Z; w5 K% o$ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 C* N) n, }/ ]- @. n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: m4 \# x5 y; R g! x( h v" P1 c
How you suffered for you sanity, ; c8 l" J5 [/ \; P; o& Z) ~* ?( {
How you tried to set them free,
! D/ w' U) ]1 Z; h, f9 f# DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 \3 E. h# c& \3 T: z. }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & K1 h$ ~( T/ O! \) v, c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" B! y6 q$ E1 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) M0 Z- _8 z; TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 t( s4 ?" G" g; H f9 f3 N3 K
0 g; y; Y% g. cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + u( R' [3 B1 K. Y; X0 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; u" g* n& ?5 X# R4 c w: ?# OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 j) A7 C) g3 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, . d( t1 O ]' r H Z/ f; E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 m9 d4 V6 w6 B! v3 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : h. S5 A8 }9 X. g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # L- m2 m/ c' z/ L/ w" l' R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Q9 P5 o H$ R' X4 E+ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* `. s0 s0 k* t$ D1 k5 m' }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ H4 b# D2 s7 \* ]& NHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 y( R5 \0 F; uHow you tried to set them free,
4 v2 Y5 R% h+ \They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ~: w: _* A4 X; sPerhaps they never will. |
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