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: k8 F& ^% g* i' cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( e# r8 v. U" f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 f$ O9 p" I1 b$ K; A! _ `* R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Y5 ]* H8 A$ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ D2 X9 O' [- L" x) E+ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- [, c" e0 o) s: @* ~
How you suffered for you sanity, , h9 [! |* t9 B! |+ C$ ?: S! j
How you tried to set them free,
3 m3 G& K9 [+ l! v0 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 M, @4 m9 ]; I6 s. D5 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ?' i# g R: y0 z+ y% W# \) `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 j1 v0 d7 b6 ~' u0 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) G2 A0 Z1 ]2 z$ Y8 i2 P0 K( `+ K
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, ; x& F1 D% a" a2 N2 n. L, n- }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' j8 o' L2 l7 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 F: O* \( h j* t: U; N* ]- M% [But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 S& p& w$ M2 C9 h1 e/ `) E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 B: V. e6 c) U( Q4 w5 J+ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' @" l- p- I" J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 I) d- \* J4 `0 \( m+ ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 t8 p! O! W9 Y6 e( w: L* a" H9 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / y& w+ w4 H, v& P& F. @! n
How you suffered for you sanity,0 m6 ~# C0 L9 J
How you tried to set them free, 8 x' s( y- ]* g, }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& K1 ]) Z$ g1 t& @Perhaps they never will. |
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