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9 e1 ]0 R0 y) RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - T: l# ~/ j. o9 n7 o6 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , R: @, e$ A- t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% v7 ?9 e+ h: Z* M- D( {- X0 z x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 g2 b8 p. U j" K2 V5 _) m) O1 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ~3 [ j1 p: s" R2 C4 z9 ?( EHow you suffered for you sanity,
' u9 |* i' ^0 B; w2 I( eHow you tried to set them free, & B' `- b }, w2 I3 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ V! F G; a0 u6 |6 l! \) C" Z# qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ s1 Y6 W, g2 [" r& s. P. W" q* iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P! p; g& j% p5 S3 @- J: }' U9 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 A; x: q& H) }$ m' EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 y8 V# ^" j6 C1 i% v6 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # }4 P/ {' E9 m; B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; S+ w0 P2 h* q$ r, `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ~' ^2 u0 ]! N. C, C' O$ ]: uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 `3 @3 h9 X* J- W2 k. v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 A0 N% f" E( c0 P6 I: T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; R m4 J2 X9 y5 m: Q+ z& M: n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
R5 i( ^* y2 i; i1 J& ]; DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; K6 y/ B% _7 C. j QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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d a' J7 z" R3 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + u, q- F( _, q/ M2 f& q
How you suffered for you sanity,5 ~& c" w$ q- B$ y
How you tried to set them free,
. f7 M4 L6 P7 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& Y& ~' P% O0 P' b" A) vPerhaps they never will. |
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