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( b; `" K, L. O6 t, E* {7 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ]5 p7 p" Q4 X4 I2 y7 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' G$ J, U! k4 v" Q& hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% o4 l+ n, k* V7 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" k4 Q1 G6 g0 a% e) j# Z' dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 i# p! W! y" e: E8 Q" I2 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 g/ l) @" ]8 y9 LHow you tried to set them free, 5 ^6 ~6 G x9 n: z3 @% e9 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 F1 A! x- u$ |0 o& L% }7 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 X1 B8 g( o, T5 c4 p# e- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% E+ G; m0 b6 I9 _' RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - V$ w& m6 B/ _* B4 y. _* P
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, 4 Y$ Z: N& d* r! N# t0 o" F9 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # W* m7 ]4 |8 e0 w" f! i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 S5 Q C* `- X, i0 q* hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 T+ ^; m( d9 g- N O+ r& m% tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ]2 j5 A& ?' p9 G3 Z/ y2 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - N1 w1 y( P6 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " k( s0 j4 ^3 o, E% f# G5 ^/ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & x/ E6 P- ]/ C! C3 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% I9 X8 w( s, A$ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ D8 Q0 \5 ~" w# xHow you suffered for you sanity,8 v: e; ]& q( B1 f! h( Z8 ~
How you tried to set them free, ( g, W+ _4 A, q, N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ~( b( L2 f" p- j9 }Perhaps they never will. |
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