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$ E: V; f8 d& j, R) L; P3 B( D6 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Q& N2 E; r; y6 F8 h9 b, i3 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( A$ ~5 ^6 |( v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( B ]' f7 k3 [+ u, z7 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " K& w* B I: i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& C3 F) z: s3 X* A: S3 d/ F# }How you suffered for you sanity,
3 C h$ q. [" |6 k$ o# n9 u8 tHow you tried to set them free, ) t9 m* L9 o- m( Y5 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 a7 [6 Q3 A) x8 Y* g$ _* H0 D$ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ~9 f* `* t3 Q j" h4 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 J: \* U" |. _: g& q4 P+ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ f$ o8 [" D& R; j, bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! C5 n" N, I' d% k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 I& ?: L, y J7 s3 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ~ z/ ~" m4 a) }& u* LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " A+ D; N5 t( h' `8 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& g% i$ \" W- t% z+ ~" h2 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Q( O9 w1 l& b9 I3 L
4 k2 \8 ~5 e, ~& j8 l. C, cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) V. z: F; ?- [# H; F, dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- d5 y/ g! ]" A: n+ u1 ^, wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 S% B0 E( N, W& K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ O& m7 K; r9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W0 C6 Y# N9 t) T; s! v8 `How you tried to set them free,
3 @# b/ z1 y5 F; u; @4 {, wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 b% X$ A1 b: \8 _3 r8 ]7 l: }Perhaps they never will. |
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