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" A" {% a1 v1 u3 a, ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: j3 s5 H7 M" M# i' {& D: FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 J, ~4 p) d/ Q) I/ L6 q# B: l7 w0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U% e" S* b8 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 F% k8 e, ]$ M; E2 B$ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 m4 R9 B4 d( H) |+ e
How you suffered for you sanity, , p1 X- f/ ]/ l
How you tried to set them free, ( I) |8 j/ H9 Z' r% S$ n% A0 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 T, C0 A3 I! ~) s# ~& b) OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 X: H+ G5 \0 B( l$ Q. q" JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 k1 E- V, t4 N1 [9 Z- X7 W. ^7 l9 h3 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) K' w/ s& C2 x. c$ z. @& HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 z+ T' @# s+ _" i% E7 z, k
8 K: V/ v2 m/ r9 E# N& i2 o! u0 N4 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) t0 I; }- A. ~. P! G3 U0 l* Z0 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + g7 ~" d. _9 H3 O* q- v2 q |9 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 R# z0 B" O# D1 X, M6 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Z- ~% I$ Q$ {) p3 ~, y9 r$ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ M- x+ j' P$ j+ g( j" K- OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 u& g3 ?6 N+ D- |( `6 A: cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 `4 f- ^. @3 W0 Y" A- G8 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) m" h, B& t/ j+ V8 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: c* _! v) m8 }7 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ^9 H: y, ^+ ` zHow you suffered for you sanity,
( e1 Z+ n; h7 ?9 I# EHow you tried to set them free,
: h* g1 @/ ^ mThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) i6 q, q8 Q O. `: f: A2 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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