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# O0 |$ D0 Y+ Z2 m! qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 L% f7 D! \# L: |( O9 l; h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- j8 m( U* Y8 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ g6 \! ~, V/ [, C' U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 p- q; y j( r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; i' A* j ~3 ^4 Z/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 k( a: k. z" |! ?7 f! j
How you tried to set them free,
2 S1 r" |) y. ?9 U$ c( @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 f8 l/ Z/ E; t5 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ W8 M, n! e+ j1 L9 P0 B8 ?/ m5 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Y8 i) n5 {' {( y# `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, C. J; s' p5 x0 c3 D+ L4 w VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 ?2 }% m* D/ i
3 h ^& @/ G7 k8 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( c! U; ^5 w+ x9 \7 ?" K! \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, T8 t5 D; U6 ~$ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - H1 G0 c" Q( t) R4 u8 W! |3 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" C" Y$ v7 T* l; k8 Q Z9 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 G) M- a" e1 a' w' w; M0 j3 r k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 F/ Q9 F9 |3 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 N$ ?6 z* d9 a' {2 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 E$ w7 I: [: I, z8 R) Y; d* ~7 |% l+ kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 Z8 q8 P7 f$ k! L: X! L0 n) f
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ @/ x9 L$ J+ q7 \. iHow you tried to set them free,
- P' z3 H6 B3 d% i( J& W4 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
' N9 {' U. m* e: JPerhaps they never will. |
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