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* Y5 G' `% p" g0 y. {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, D; S9 _5 a I) a1 M ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. s9 u; O: M7 g( L/ j$ o) G9 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& |6 `" a }% O% v3 }/ m' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. D' e5 Q/ \9 }; P+ t0 W) j( f: mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ j' C& j1 P8 [* F5 D4 H1 O2 b
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 }$ I. J/ i9 l; q* ]& \' a
How you tried to set them free, 3 a$ `9 R, h' X# d- x4 n. X( m* J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 k1 s% ` d# }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- B( o4 S, y& z! J% T; l; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( u5 ?. S: H6 m6 N; }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # x/ `% W; n: n- \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 r( H' G) E" U k3 Z1 Z+ T/ B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 C( R# E7 o) K, H. KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U z% ?3 ^) n% w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 P6 v" u5 F1 S- Q: R, fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 v0 g5 X, ?& N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 [* }) x+ t1 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & \! t/ ?9 H" }( S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( t0 }% s4 ~% j: ?2 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ]' I6 ^ i! |! K, ~# t. s) S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ?" v; I! m7 n" v* R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" j4 v) Y, d9 H; N7 CHow you suffered for you sanity, h7 s3 }& t: Z4 h. ~1 _2 A
How you tried to set them free, & o) C2 @+ _# a! u @3 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 t/ Z3 w8 `$ t4 ]2 H( k6 XPerhaps they never will. |
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