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1 H; _4 f$ T# w" CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 e/ v+ j& R3 x$ q# u+ U: yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% N3 B6 C$ i0 c2 X$ KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) h6 P" @$ C4 }2 }/ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! |8 q/ I" Y! E6 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' V s# _" ~/ t2 S4 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 2 B. {/ ] Y0 Z% r* y
How you tried to set them free, ! j6 N0 b. x1 J$ D% y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 _/ t6 Y; g$ E( E! s" u$ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 e% w3 \1 g" Q8 _- i+ o- Y: Z' e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + o7 j7 R( n& a+ [9 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ v8 H+ Z+ `' `2 R5 C! u2 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 @9 F+ w0 |0 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H6 s# _# k/ I- b: m2 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 k: b9 C6 A' J* n$ ^/ Y# k- ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, " U/ r! c% ~8 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) l. Z$ v% F! T/ I+ ~# Q, S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 N. Q) b# T( ]/ s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- L! Z- }7 f- Q8 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , j1 t0 k. C% M) F- V" D0 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . F7 x; g( R4 T& D4 ~8 n) r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 A9 W. `8 @" w- o. c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , E0 O7 E* i; d
How you suffered for you sanity,$ P2 L' M6 J+ u: P: B- q4 w
How you tried to set them free,
( B. Y- u8 {9 T, P: L4 L3 s1 b4 ]1 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 C+ h/ M6 E- w: i% `1 R, KPerhaps they never will. |
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